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Erwan Selwyn

"Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that." _ Martin Luther King

- Erwan Adonis Orion Selwyn - Né le 23 novembre 1993 - Originals - Anglais - Sang-Pur - Hétérosexuel - Poudlard, Serpentard - Histomage - Marc Schulze ~ Fils d'Adonis et Gaïa Selwyn ~ Grand frère de Cassandra Selwyn ~ Petit-fils d'Orion et Calliope Selwyn (née Malefoy) et de Perseus et Aeryn Nott (née Fawley) ~ Neveu d'Ulysse Selwyn ~ Petit-neveu d'Hypérion et Elladora Nott (née Shafiq) ~ Petit-cousin de Lisia, Prenna, James, Estelle, Sarah, Ryan et Elliott McGraw ~ Mari de Camille Abraxas ~ Beau frère de Camélia et Charly Abraxas ~ Père d'Ariane, Adriel et Alec Selwyn

* Meilleur ami d'Aurora Hollister La famille Selwyn, fondée officiellement en 1243, bien qu'on puisse soupçonner qu'il y ait eu des Selwyn avant cette date, s'est rendue célèbre au fil des siècles pour sa noirceur. Au Moyen-Âge, elles perdirent tout à cause de la chasse aux sorciers. Leur château et leurs terres furent incendiés, de nombreux Selwyn périrent, et leur haine des Moldus naquit. Ils durent se cacher jusqu'à la mise en place du Code International du Secret Magique, en 1689. Entre ces deux dates, les Selwyn ont tenté de retrouver leur pouvoir et leur fortune. Elle s'est enrichie grâce à des expériences sur les familles du Cercle Sacré, ces sorciers avec des pouvoirs supplémentaires, et à un marché noir de leurs organes vendus à ceux qui étaient assez naïfs pour croire que posséder le coeur d'un mage X dans son salon lui donnerait le même don. Ils réunirent ainsi plusieurs millions d'écus. Mais leurs plans furent contrecarrés par une jeune femme nommée Edaline Skyberry, promise d'Hadès Selwyn. Elle avait réussi à obtenir assez de preuves pour dénoncer le trafic des Selwyn. La famille fut donc acculée, haïe de leurs pairs, dépouillée une seconde fois de leur fortune, cette fois ci des trois quarts, qui revinrent aux Skyberry. Avec cet argent, l'honneur et l'admiration qu'ils suscitaient, ils partirent vivre aux États-Unis, où ils fondèrent leur si célèbre dynastie. Quant aux Selwyn, qui nourrissaient une haine sans nom envers eux, ils se promirent de se venger une fois leur richesse recouvrée. Pour cela, ils procédèrent par des méthodes plus classiques, mais toujours sombres : alliances avec des clans qui avaient réussi à se protéger des Moldus, mensonges, manipulations, trahisons, parfois assassinats. Un siècle plus tard, ils avaient obtenu le double de ce que les Skyberry leur avait volé. Mais ils gardaient toujours une rancune envers eux, qu'ils ne savaient pas comment assouvir. En attendant le bon moment, ils évoluaient dans la société des Sang-Pur anglais. Leurs crimes passés n'avaient cependant pas été oubliés par tout le monde, mais les Selwyn étaient des diamants noirs : infiniment rares, et donc précieux, sombres, mystérieux, magnifiques, craints et désirés à la fois. Ils construisirent, tout au Nord de l'Angleterre, un immense manoir tout en longueur, gris ardoise, à l'architecture gothique. Il n'y avait rien autour, à part des dizaines et des dizaines d'hectares de cultures, mais les Selwyn protégèrent quand même leur domaine avec un portail très puissant. C'était une forteresse impénétrable. Pour assurer la sécurité, ils créèrent autour du manoir un labyrinthe ensorcelé, qui n'obéissait qu'à une personne de sang Selwyn. Pour entrer, il fallait se piquer avec l'épine d'une rose noire. Si le sang correspondait, le labyrinthe guidait la personne vers le manoir. Si le sang ne correspondait pas, il perdait la personne, avant que les nombreux pièges ne la tuent. Il ne valait mieux pas s'y risquer sans que les Selwyn ne soient au courant de votre visite, si vous n'en étiez pas un.

Les siècles passèrent, les Selwyn restaient ces sorciers très puissants, fascinants, élégants, intrigants. Leur lignée se perpétua, dans les traditions de la pureté du sang. Le 18 mars 1972, de l'union d'Orion Selwyn et Calliope Malefoy, naquirent des jumeaux : Adonis et Ulysse Selwyn. Ils étaient très proches, se confiaient tout, néanmoins, ils étaient toujours en compétition, et Adonis gagnait. Il était le préféré de ses parents, et ça, Ulysse le voyait bien. Ça lui brisait le coeur, mais il n'en gardait pas rancune à son jumeau, ni à ses parents. Il était très loyal à sa famille, les adorait. En grandissant, Adonis devint un prodige de la magie noire, un Serpentard très populaire et surtout craint à Poudlard. Il devint de plus en plus indifférent à ses parents et son frère. Il se montrait toujours poli et respectueux, et il était profondément d'accord avec leurs idées, mais il ne les aimait pas. Il n'en avait rien à faire. Il se rendait de plus en plus compte qu'il faudrait évincer Ulysse de l'héritage avant leur majorité. Il décida de se montrer patient, s'appuyant sur la confiance que lui vouait son jumeau. Et il eut raison : quand ils avaient seize ans, son frère lui apporta la raison sur un plateau d'argent en se confiant à Adonis à propos de son homosexualité, et de son amour pour Cleophus Abraxas. Adonis prévint Orion et Calliope, qui déshéritèrent leur fils et lui interdirent de poser le pied dans leur domaine. Néanmoins, ils ne pouvaient altérer le sortilège de la magie du sang apposé sur la rose noire. Techniquement, Ulysse pouvait donc revenir, mais il ne le fit jamais. Il avait tellement honte de lui. La perte de sa famille, la trahison d'Adonis, tout cela l'avait brisé. Il trouva refuge chez son meilleur ami, Cleophus, et tenta d'enterrer ses sentiments. Il changea, devenant de plus en plus froid et insensible. Il regarda l'amour de sa vie se marier à Luciana Falls, et avoir un fils. A la mort de Luciana, un espoir réveilla le coeur d'Ulysse, qui avoua enfin ses sentiments à Cleophus deux ans plus tard, aussi dur que cela fût. Il s'avéra que Cleophus les partageait, mais se refusa à une relation pour se consacrer à son fils. Ulysse, le coeur brisé, accepta ses raisons, mais préféra s'isoler. Il ne revit plus Cleophus, ni l'enfant dont il était le parrain, avant des années. De l'autre côté du miroir, Adonis avait hérité d'une partie de la fortune à ses dix-sept ans, et de l'autre moitié et du domaine à ses dix-neuf ans, quand ses parents moururent de la dragoncelle. Il avait été promis, dès un très jeune âge, à Gaïa Nott, dont il était tombé follement amoureux, et réciproquement. La passion entre les deux jeunes gens était puissante, sincère. Ils se connaissaient depuis l'enfance et partageaient la même dévotion à la magie noire et ce même rêve : vivre pendant des siècles, en restant jeunes de corps, et rendre aux sorciers leur suprématie sur les Moldus.

Ils élaborèrent leur plan dès l'âge de douze ans : ils devaient trouver la Pierre Philosophale et la fontaine de Jouvence. Sauf qu'en 1992, la Pierre fut détruite par Albus Dumbledore et Nicolas Flamel, son créateur. Adonis et Gaïa, loin de se décourager, voulurent lui arracher ses secrets avant qu'il ne meure. Ils le torturèrent, et Flamel leur révéla la recette pour créer une autre Pierre. Le 23 novembre 1993, leur premier enfant naquit. C'était un fils, Erwan Adonis Orion Selwyn. Il avait les yeux bleu sombre de son père et les cheveux blond pâle de sa grand-mère. Adonis et Gaïa avaient vingt-et-un ans. Ils étaient conscients que leur fils les ralentirait dans leurs projets, mais l'aimaient déjà de tout leur coeur, et avaient hâte de lui transmettre leurs valeurs, et espérait qu'il grandirait avec des parents maîtres de la Mort et du monde. En 1994, Voldemort revint, désirant toujours l'immortalité, qu'il voulait obtenir grâce aux Reliques de la Mort, que le couple croyait légendaires. Ils se mirent à son service en apprenant l'Occlumancie pour ne pas que leur maître sache qu'ils voulaient attendre qu'il mette la main sur les trois Reliques pour les lui voler et devenir les Maîtres de la Mort. Adonis et Gaïa manipulaient Voldemort, effectivement, bien loin des préoccupations de la guerre. Ils se marièrent le 10 juillet 1992, à l'âge de dix-neuf ans. Ils étaient de fidèles Mangemorts, les plus cruels et légendaires des assassins. Ils étaient aussi craints que le Seigneur des Ténèbres lui-même, ce qu'heureusement il n'apprit jamais. En parallèle du tombeau de Moldus qu'ils semaient sur leur passage, faisant plus de victimes que tous les Mangemorts réunis, le couple infernal s'adonnaient à l'alchimie afin de créer une seconde Pierre Philosophale, tout en cherchant la fontaine de Jouvence à l'aide de légendes.

Le 2 mai 1998, Voldemort mourut, la paix revint. Adonis et Gaïa n'en avaient que faire – ils étaient bien au-dessus du Seigneur des Ténèbres. Sauf qu'ils étaient désormais activement recherchés, étant les deux sorciers les plus dangereux de Grande-Bretagne. Ils appliquèrent un sortilège de Fidelitas sur le domaine Selwyn, et devinrent les deux Gardiens du Secret. Ainsi, ils étaient introuvables, et le restèrent pendant des années encore. Erwan grandit dans les valeurs traditionnelles des Sang-Pur. Il souffrait beaucoup de la pression que lui mettaient ses parents, mais aussi de leur absence. Ils le laissaient souvent au manoir pour aller assassiner des Moldus avec des attentats terrifiants et grandioses. Il développa une admiration et un amour infini pour Adonis et Gaïa, et avait l'impression de n'être jamais assez pour eux. Il comblait sa solitude avec de la nourriture, et fut en surpoids à six ans. Ses parents ne l'acceptèrent pas. Leur fils devait être parfait. Ils lui concoctèrent une potion brûlant les graisses, atrocement douloureuse, qu'il devait prendre chaque soir pendant un mois. Puis, ils lui interdirent de manger trop et l'obligèrent à faire du sport quotidiennement, avec eux, des exercices physiques pour le rendre plus musclé et souple.

Le petit garçon fit ses premières preuves de magie, à l'âge de dix ans, bien trop tard au goût du couple Selwyn, qui doutaient presque qu'il soit un Cracmol. Il hérita alors de la vieille baguette magique de son grand-père Orion, qui ne le rejetait pas. Dès lors, il accompagna ses parents dans leurs « missions », s'entraînant à tuer et à torturer. Les parents avaient créé un sortilège très puissant qui effaçait la Trace de leurs enfants. Adonis et Gaïa manipulaient leur fils sans même s'en rendre compte. Ils disaient que les Moldus étaient de dangereuses atrocités qui voulaient exterminer les sorciers, alors, ils devaient les exterminer avant pour sauver le monde. Erwan les croyait. Il les admirait, les aimait tant. Et ses parents l'aimaient aussi, malgré leur folie, malgré la vie à laquelle ils l'avaient condamné. En 2002, Adonis et Gaïa s'allièrent à un dénommé Tobias Wilson, un Sang-Mêlé qui voulait faire tomber la dynastie Skyberry. Ils ne lui demandèrent aucune raison, mais l'aidèrent dans l'ombre. Chaque Skyberry mourut de la baguette de Tobias, Adonis ou Gaïa, qui accomplirent enfin la vengeance de la famille Selwyn à la famille Skyberry, écho à une rancune datant de cinq siècles. En 2003, Gaïa tomba enceinte. C'était un accident, un imprévu. Pourtant, lorsque la petite Cassandra naquit le 12 juin 2004, ses parents et son frère l'adorèrent immédiatement. Particulièrement Erwan, qui voulait protéger sa petite sœur quoi qu'il lui en coûte. La protéger des Moldus. La protéger de leurs parents, qui étaient aimants, certes, mais profondément sombres et fous, atteints de troubles mentaux, ce qui les excusait aux yeux de l'aîné qui les vénérait. La protéger du Ministère, qui voulait leurs peaux. La protéger de lui, d'elle-même. La protéger du monde extérieur, de l'univers s'il le fallait.

A l'âge de onze ans, en 2005, il reçut sa lettre pour Poudlard. Il n'avait pas très envie d'y aller. Il ne connaissait personne à part ses parents. Il n'avait visité aucun lieu à part le domaine Selwyn, n'étant que passé en coup de vent à travers le Royaume-Uni, où Adonis et Gaïa ouvraient leur hécatombe moldu. Ses parents hésitèrent beaucoup, se demandant s'ils devraient le laisser aller à Poudlard, si les autorités ne lui feraient pas de mal pour remonter jusqu'à eux. Ils aimaient profondément leur fils. Mais ils finirent par l'envoyer à l'école, malgré les protestations d'Erwan, pour pouvoir s'adonner à des expériences d'alchimie plus dangereuses sans avoir peur de le blesser. Il revenait pour chaque vacances. Le Ministère de la Magie avaient mis le grappin sur lui au début, mais le Veritaserum était presque impossible à utiliser aux yeux de la loi pour un sorcier majeur, mais c'était formellement interdit pour un sorcier mineur. Et Erwan était déjà Occlumens. Furieux, les Aurors comprirent que l'enfant ne leur serait d'aucune aide pour retrouver ses dangereux parents. La scolarité d'Erwan fut très solitaire. Personne ne voulait être ami avec lui, étant donné l'atroce réputation de sa famille, et il ne voulait être ami avec personne. Il ne fut jamais harcelé, ni moqué sur quoi que ce soit, ses camarades ayant peur de ses parents (à raison). Quelques enfants de Mangemorts lui adressaient parfois la parole, mais sans plus. De toute façon, il n'aurait pas su comment entrer en contact avec autrui. Il ne parlait presque jamais, rasait les murs, loin du Sang-Pur fier que ses parents auraient voulu qu'il soit.

Très vite, Erwan comprit qu'il aurait préféré être n'importe qui sur Terre, sauf lui-même. Il comprenait que ses parents l'aimaient, et n'a jamais remis en question l'éducation puriste qu'il avait reçue. Néanmoins, il aurait tout donné pour être juste un adolescent normal, allant à Poudlard, tissant des liens. Ne pas être confronté à tant de magie noire, aux expériences d'alchimie complexes de ses parents, au fait de savoir qu'ils étaient des meurtriers notoires.

Cette haine de lui-même, il l'exprima en restreignant ses portions de nourriture. Il alternait entre des périodes où il ne mangeait que très peu, voire rien du tout, buvant seulement de l'eau et parfois du jus de citrouille, et des périodes où il se resservait trois à quatre fois à chaque repas, se levant même la nuit pour combler sa faim, causée par la privation des jours précédents. Il fit bien attention à ne pas prendre de poids, terrifié de la possible réaction de ses parents.

Lorsqu'il était au manoir, et ne pouvait donc pas contrôler ce qu'il mangeait, il se coupait, de façon méthodique, organisée.

En 2009, lorsqu'Erwan avait quinze ans, Ulysse Selwyn, leur oncle, découvrit que la magie du sang de la rose noire était plus puissante que le sortilège de Fidelitas. Donc, il pouvait tout de même trouver, voir et entrer dans le manoir. Il était le Gardien du Secret involontaire. Adonis et Gaïa l'ignoraient. Ulysse les dénonça, et les Selwyn durent fuir très rapidement, laissant toutes leurs recherches sur place, ne réussissant à prendre que leurs baguettes magiques et une tente magique.

A partir de là commença leur cavale, à travers l'Europe. A cause d'Ulysse Selwyn, à croire que la vengeance était une valeur familiale implicite. Ils logeaient dans des maisons moldues vides, en dépit de leur dégoût, ou bien dans une tente magique. C'était toujours salubre et même luxueux grâce à la magie, mais quelle déchéance pour eux ..! Ils étaient furieux, surtout Adonis. Il traqua son frère. Ulysse n'habitait pas dans le domaine Selwyn, contrairement à ce que son jumeau avait pensé. Il vivait chez Cleophus Smith, son meilleur ami, dont il était toujours amoureux. Adonis engagea un violent duel magique. Ulysse se défendit bien, mais Adonis était plus fort, il le tua et prit sa baguette magique, qu'il donna à sa fille. Il voulait aussi tuer Cleophus, mais il réussit à s'échapper.

Leur lieu de vie n'était pas la seule chose qui changea avec la perte de leur manoir. Erwan fut déraciné loin de son foyer, obligé de changer d'endroit plusieurs fois par semaine. Mais surtout, Adonis et Gaïa estimaient qu'il était temps pour lui de contribuer à leurs activités : tuer les Moldus et Nés-Moldus qui croisaient leur chemin.

Erwan obéit. Par peur, en se persuadant qu'ils avaient raison. Il devint même doué, avec le temps. Ses parents en firent un excellent duelliste, et un meurtrier. Mais même s'il pensait que les Moldus étaient inférieurs aux sorciers, les tuer restait atroce.

Au milieu de toute cette noirceur, il y avait Cassandra. Elle avait six ans, savait déjà lire, écrire, compter. Elle était sa plus grande fierté, son plus précieux trésor. Elle était, à ses yeux, formidablement intelligente. Elle était parfois difficile à gérer, s'isolant dans son petit monde, refusant parfois de parler, faisant des crises de larmes pour des petites contrariétés. Erwan l'éleva plus qu'Adonis et Gaïa, qui aimaient leur fille, mais étaient trop occupés avec leurs plans pour conquérir le monde. Comme lorsque lui-même était petit. Lorsqu'il s'avéra qu'elle était Née-Legilimens, un don peu commun, il fit des recherches pour l'aider à le maîtriser. Il fut heureux d'être Occlumens, car pour rien au monde il n'aurait voulu que Cassandra lise ses pensées.

Erwan était bien décidé à ne jamais laisser ses parents blesser Cassandra comme il l'avait blessé. Il aimait sa petite sœur plus que sa propre vie. D'ailleurs, il aimait tout plus que sa vie ces derniers temps. Le poids des cadavres dont il avait causé, de près ou de loin, la mort, était de plus en plus difficile à porter. A seulement seize ans, il s'enfonçait de plus en plus dans les ténèbres. Il ne ressentait plus rien. Seule sa sœur lui apportait de l'espoir, de la lumière. Elle était différente, innocente, mais aussi naïve et dévouée à ses parents que lui. Erwan prit conscience qu'il ne voulait pas du même destin que lui pour sa Cassandra adorée. Lorsqu'à l'âge de dix ans, elle fut forcée par des parents à tuer une Moldue, il effaça son souvenir avec un Oubliettes, refusant que sa soeur ait les mêmes démons que lui. Il s'opposa fermement à Adonis et Gaïa, leur disant que s'ils l'obligeaient encore une fois, il fuguerait avec elle, et ils ne reverraient plus jamais leurs enfants.

Au milieu de ce chaos, il devait quand même aller à Poudlard. Lorsque Cassandra était bébé, le château était un refuge pour le Serpentard, qui pouvait ainsi retrouver un semblant de normalité. Mais maintenant qu'elle avait besoin de lui, il s'horrifiait de la laisser ainsi seule avec Adonis et Gaïa.

Erwan n'était plus vraiment un bon élève. Ses notes étaient en chute libre, il n'arrivait pas à se concentrer ni à vraiment trouver de l'intérêt dans ce qu'il faisait.

L'année des BUSE fut donc très stressante pour lui. C'est au cours de celle-ci qu'il rencontra véritablement Camille Abraxas. Ils s'étaient déjà rencontrés à des soirées mondaines de Sang-Pur, ils s'étaient déjà parlé, mais n'étaient pas amis. Ils furent partenaires pour un projet de Défense Contre les Forces du Mal, ce qui est assez ironique étant donné les passifs de leurs familles. Ils engagèrent la discussion lorsque Camilla remarqua le tatouage sur le bras d'Erwan. Adonis et Gaïa avaient réussi à retirer la Marque des Ténèbres du leur, et avaient mis à la place une rose noire, le symbole des Selwyn. Ils avaient tatoué la même à leur fils lorsqu'il avait treize ans. Elle avait les mêmes propriétés que la Marque des Ténèbres, c'était une façon de pouvoir l'appeler, et aussi marquer leur héritage.

Ils refusèrent toujours de se désigner comme des amis, mais ils y ressemblaient beaucoup. Camille et Erwan étaient deux âmes solitaires, même si la jeune fille avait réussi à s'entourer de ses camarades de Serpentard, pour faire illusion. Ils mangeaient ensemble, se retrouvaient souvent pour faire leurs devoirs, en silence, ou fumer près du Lac Noir. C'était Camille qui l'avait initié, et Erwan avait vite trouvé du réconfort dans le tabac. Cela l'aidait à se concentrer, à se calmer. Il savait qu'il y avait un risque pour sa santé, mais cela ne faisait qu'ajouter un argument de plus. Se détruire par ce biais apaisait sa culpabilité. Comme si sa santé était le prix à payer pour se purger de ses crimes.

Plus il grandissait, plus il était impliqué dans le plan de ses parents. A l'issue de sa septième année, en 2013, il ne s'inscrivit dans aucune université et disparut purement et simplement, se joignant aux activités criminelles de ses parents, lesquelles se résumaient, vu que toutes leurs recherches étaient restées au manoir Selwyn, à tuer et torturer des Moldus. Il ne revit pas Camille pendant des années. En mai 2014, Adonis et Gaïa lancèrent un assaut contre le domaine Selwyn. Ils voulaient reconquérir leur manoir pour continuer leurs recherches sur la Pierre Philosophale et la fontaine de Jouvence. Malheureusement, l'orgueil était le défaut fatal des Selwyn. Les Aurors se doutaient qu'ils reviendraient, et veillaient par dizaines à l'extérieur et à l'intérieur du labyrinthe (Ulysse leur avait révélé tous les secrets du manoir avant de mourir, y compris comment empêcher le labyrinthe de les tuer). Adonis et Gaïa savaient qu'ils étaient là, mais pensaient qu'ils pourraient les vaincre à l'aide du Sortilège d'Ubiquité. Malheureusement, la baguette d'Ulysse n'obéissait pas à Cassandra, elle se fit repérer et prendre en otage. De leur côté, Adonis, Gaïa et Erwan, aussi puissants qu'ils étaient, se firent acculer par le nombre incroyable d'Aurors déployés pour les neutraliser.

Erwan reçut un Sectumsempra qui faillit le tuer, mais il réussit à récupérer sa baguette, à annuler le sort et refermer ses plaies. Adonis et Gaïa se firent emprisonner avec des chaînes qui les brûlaient à chaque mouvement, et traîner jusqu'au centre du labyrinthe, où était piégée Cassandra, dans un cercle de feu. Ils allaient se rendre, lorsqu'Erwan, même blessé et faible, arriva et tua la trentaine d'Aurors qui les escortaient. Le chef des Aurors, Jacob Hunter, prit Cassandra comme bouclier humain, lui lançant également un Sectumsempra, et Adonis et Gaïa se sacrifièrent pour leurs enfants. Hunter, le seul Auror survivant, annula le sort sur la fillette et transplana avec le couple au Ministère. Il pensait Erwan trop faible pour transplaner, mais il réussit à le faire, avec sa sœur.

Adonis, Gaïa et Erwan furent jugés. Le Magenmagot ignorait quoi faire de Cassandra, la plus jeune meurtrière de l'histoire de la magie anglaise. Ils décidèrent de l'envoyer dans un orphelinat moldu le temps que le sort de sa famille soit décidé. En attendant leur procès, les Selwyn furent enfermés quatre mois à Azkaban. Le sacrifice ultime des parents pour leurs enfants consista à affirmer qu'Erwan et Cassandra avaient agi sous Imperium. Le Magemagot les crut, les deux enfants Selwyn furent libérés, mais le couple le plus dangereux du monde fut soumis au baiser du Détraqueur, et leurs corps consumés. Erwan hérita de la fortune des Selwyn et du domaine. Il y vécut avec Cassandra. Ils étaient deux âmes en miettes, perdus sans leurs parents, traumatisés par leur passé malsain et instable, tourmentés par des questions sans réponses sur le bien et le mal, le vrai et le faux, mais essayaient de se soutenir mutuellement. Le jeune homme plaçait le bien-être de sa jeune sœur en priorité, et l'inverse pour Cassandra. Ils s'adoraient.

Pendant un an, ils pansèrent leurs blessures dans ce cocon qui n'appartenait qu'à eux. Ils firent du domaine Selwyn leur foyer, à nouveau, sans jamais aller dans le sous-sol, que dédiaient Adonis et Gaïa à leurs recherches personnelles. Ils avaient toujours défendu à leurs enfants d'y descendre.

Puis, Cassandra entra à Poudlard, et Erwan se retrouva profondément seul. Sa dépression, qui ne le quittait plus depuis des années, s'empira. Il peinait à sortir de son lit, dormait toute la journée, ne mangeait pas. Il n'avait de toute façon rien à faire : il n'avait pas fait d'études, il n'avait pas de métier. Il écrivait tous les jours à Cassandra. Il commença des études d'histoire de la magie par correspondance.

Sa petite soeur faisait les frais de la haine envers les Selwyn, mais sans la protection des parents. Ses camarades se méfiaient d'elle, et elle était si triste de lire leurs pensées dégoûtées, haineuses à son égard. Erwan s'inquiétait beaucoup pour elle, et fut heureux d'apprendre qu'elle s'était fait deux amis qui l'aidèrent beaucoup, et même s'il s'agissait d'un Sang-Mêlé et d'une traîtresse à son sang - Camélia Abraxas, la propre soeur de Camille. Erwan était fatigué, épuisé même, de se battre contre ça. Il voulait simplement laisser les Moldus tranquilles dans leur monde.

L'amitié entre Cassandra et Camélia permit à Erwan de demander des nouvelles de Camille, par le biais de sa soeur. Ce qu'il ne savait pas, c'est que Camélia dit directement à Camille qu'Erwan avait demandé de ses nouvelles. Et un jour, au printemps 2016, Camille Abraxas frappa à l'immense porte du manoir Selwyn. La revoir bouleversa le jeune homme.

Il n'était pas prêt à la revoir. Il y avait bien sûr pensé, il en avait même rêvé, mais cela faisait cinq ans et il avait beaucoup changé. Il était squelettique, n'avait pas pris de vraie douche depuis des semaines, se lavant principalement avec des sortilèges. Le manoir était sans dessus dessous, aussi poussiéreux que si personne n'y habitait. Mais il ne pouvait pas la laisser partir en pensant qu'il n'avait pas voulu la recevoir. Il s'habilla rapidement, prit un chewing-gum à la menthe, et sortit du manoir pour la retrouver (il ne voulait pas qu'elle entre et constate la saleté de l'intérieur). Ils se promenèrent dans les jardins, d'abord dans un silence complet, puis en échangeant quelques nouvelles. Mais c'était finalement comme s'ils ne s'étaient jamais quittés.

Les années passèrent. Erwan voyait souvent Camille, et tomba peu à peu amoureux de cette femme si confiante, si intelligente et puissante. Il avait l'impression qu'elle le comprenait plus que quiconque. Ils étaient semblables. D'anciens Serpentard fidèles à des convictions centenaires, d'anciens Mangemorts, qui avaient suivi leurs parents par amour et loyauté, autrefois rusés, ambitieux, déterminés, à présent, seulement brisés. Arrogants, sarcastiques. Ils partageaient les mêmes souffrances, les mêmes remords. Ça aurait pu les noyer, mais cela les sauva. Mais jamais il n'avait pensé à se révéler, de peur de tout gâcher. En 2018, elle lui apprit qu'elle souffrait d'un cancer des poumons. Erwan y vit l'occasion de se confier, avant qu'il ne soit trop tard. Contre toute attente, Camille partageait ses sentiments.

Cassandra, devenue potionniste-alchimiste, trouva un remède miracle qui soigna Camille. Ils se marièrent. Les années passèrent.

Ils eurent trois enfants : Ariane, en 2026, et Adriel et Alec en 2032. Enfants, ils s'entendaient à la perfection, même si Alec était souvent de côté, mais à l'adolescence, des désaccords apparurent entre Ariane et Adriel, qui s'éloignèrent. Erwan et Camille avaient beaucoup évolué dans leur mode de pensée, mais ils continuaient de penser que les Moldus et Nés-Moldus étaient inférieurs, bien qu'ils ne veulent plus les attaquer ou les tuer. Ariane et Adriel pensaient seulement la magie des Nés-Moldus moins puissantes, mais s'en fichaient au fond. Alec, lui, avait compris que tout était entièrement faux. Il eut beaucoup de conflits avec ses parents à propos de ça. Il n'était pas à l'aise dans sa famille ou à Poudlard. Il était comme invisible aux yeux d'Ariane, et Adriel ne cessait de le rabaisser et de se moquer de lui sans même réaliser qu'il faisait souffrir son jumeau. Puis, lorsqu'Ariane et Adriel se réconcilièrent, ils l'exclurent encore plus. Tout cela rongea le jeune homme, jusqu'à ce que sa seule issue soit la mort. Il se tua à l'âge de dix-huit ans, avec un mélange fatal des potions que sa tante Cassandra gardait. Ce fut Ariane qui découvrit son corps sans vie... Cet évènement brisa une nouvelle fois la famille Selwyn. A croire qu'ils n'échapperaient jamais vraiment aux ténèbres. Erwan Selwyn est un jeune homme brillant, ambitieux, rusé et talentueux. Il incarne la maison Serpentard à bien des égards. Il est également arrogant et orgueilleux, mais a moins confiance en lui que le reste de sa famille, vieille séquelle de son enfance lorsqu'il était toujours livré à lui-même dans le manoir, et qu'il avait l'impression de ne pas être assez bien pour ses parents. Il les a toujours profondément admirés, aimés, mais un peu craints également, car ils étaient imprévisibles et capables de tout. Leur emprisonnement l'a beaucoup affecté, de même que leur sacrifice. Erwan est quelqu'un de froid, sarcastique, voire cynique et moqueur, qui contrôle très bien ses sentiments. Il ne fait confiance à personne, sauf à Cassandra et, plus tard, Camille. C'est un introverti qui déteste les gens, tous, même les Sang-Pur. Il est allergique aux foules et leur préfère son manoir ou les grands espaces naturels comme les forêts ou la mer. Profondément loyal, le jeune homme a également tendance à se voiler la face. Il est plutôt naïf. Les épreuves qu'il a traversées l'ont rendu bien plus lucide, mais aussi bien plus sombre, et ont fragilisé son esprit. Il a souffert de dépressions à plusieurs reprises au cours de sa vie.

Trivia : - Baguette en bois de châtaignier, avec une corne de Basilic. - Patronus : serpent, mais il n'a jamais réussi à le produire - Epouvantard : Jusqu'à l'âge de 24 ans : Cassandra tombant à son tour dans la magie noire Entre ses 24 et ses 57 ans : les corps sans vie de ses victimes l'accusant de leurs morts A partir de ses 57 ans : le cadavre d'Alec Playlist : Erwan :

My demons - Starset I'll be good - Jaymes Young Monster - Imagine Dragons

Cassandra & Erwan :

Glowing in the dark - The girl and the dreamcatcher

Cassandra à Erwan :

Bring me To life - Evanescence

Erwan à Cassandra :

Dark on me - Starset Thank you for the venom - My Chemical Romance

Demons - Imagine Dragons Camerwan (Camélia x Erwan) :

Nothing else matters - Metallica

#Selwyn #Nott #Poudlard #Serpentard #1993-1994 #Originals

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aliyah-the-creator · 3 years

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This is my very first post, so I hope I do good! Please give me some feedback, I would love to hear it.

The Umbrella Academy Life Swap:

The Hargreaves switch lives instead of powers.

• Ben ran away at the age of 13 and got lost in the dimension inside his stomach, the Handler eventually finds him and recruits him to the Commission. He works as a super powered agent that saves his victims from his sadistic partners, Hazel and Cha-Cha. Ben doesn’t come back in a 13 year old body like Five, he’s the same age as his siblings, and Ben does know about the apocalypse and has the eye. And unlike Five, Ben actually tells his siblings about the apocalypse and how he was a super powered assassin that acted as the kidnapper and lookout. When the Hargreaves were 13, Ben had tried to talk to Five out of time traveling because logically, he may not know where he would end up, but Five wouldn’t listen to him and started arguing with him. The fighting got so loud that Vanya and Klaus eventually got pulled into the argument as well and it turned into a fistfight with all 4 of them. All of them ended up with scratches and bruises on their faces, a few chunks of their hair missing, and cleaning the mansion floors and ceilings from top to bottom and every single room without using their powers as a punishment for fighting by Reginald. At 2 am, Ben woke up after a nightmare and felt bad about getting Vanya and Klaus into trouble when they didn’t even started the fight in the first place and tried to go to their rooms to apologize, but he never did because the Horror became restless and angry that it didn’t get anything to eat and wanted to make Ben feel how trapped they felt when Reginald always had them kill people, so Ben’s tentacles grabbed him and opened the portal to their world, which was the apocalypse, and trapped him there for 10 years until the Handler came and recruited him and was never seen after that day again. Because of Ben’s disappearance, Vanya and Klaus blamed Five and his ambition for time travel since it was him who argued with Ben in the first place and Five had never forgotten it. Ben hopes that Klaus and Vanya would forgive Five in time. Ben read Klaus’s book about what happened to his family when he disappeared, he read about Luther running away to Dallas to forget about the Umbrella Academy, about Diego staying at the Academy to keep fighting crime, about Allison’s death and how she’s now mute, how Klaus is trying to get sober and stabling himself, how Five became a professor at a prestigious university and a vigilante, and how Vanya took a dark path into alcoholism.

• Five became a lowly-paid physics professor at community college after he was fired for punching a colleague at prestigious university and he’s also a vigilante, but his fiancé Delores doesn’t like it though. Five met Delores at a professor’s conference in Canada where she was presenting her findings on the science of gems and geodes since she’s a mineralogy professor (someone who teaches the study of rocks and crystals) and where he was discussing the possibility of time travel. Those two immediately hit it off and are now engaged, Five proposed to her by using different types of gems to spell it out. Five uses his powers of teleportation to be a mysterious assassin and hero.

• Klaus is a dancer at a local theater and he has somewhat control over his powers, but if the ghosts get too loud, he smokes cigarettes instead of weed so he wouldn’t be high at a recital. He became friends with Leonard Peabody aka Harold Jenkins when Klaus was 23 after his family abandoned him for writing an auto-biography about him having a power that traumatizes him and what the Umbrella Academy was really like behind the scenes, it’s called “The Ghosts Inside the Umbrella Academy: the life of Klaus Hargreaves”. Harold makes him more isolated by threatening to kill himself and haunting Klaus for the rest of his life if Klaus tries to leave him. Since Klaus never had someone ,besides Ben, care for him and give him a home and food since he was living at a homeless shelter when he met Leonard, Klaus thinks that this type of friendship is normal and doesn’t think twice about it. In his book, Klaus portrays his remaining siblings as people who knew about his drug abuse, but didn’t do anything about it; he portrayed Luther as a hotheaded daddy’s boy who was treated like the Golden child, Diego as a momma’s boy with daddy issues always trying to compete with Luther for everything, Allison as his favorite sister who was taken too soon, who’s death was the final straw that tore apart their family, and who acts as a silent ghost mother since she’s mute (no one believes him that he can see her though), he portrays Five as the cause of Ben’s disappearance and as a heartless gremlin who doesn’t care about his siblings enough to see that his siblings are hurting and have real problems of their own, he portrays Ben as his kind-hearted and favorite brother who was the glue that hold their family together and who’s disappearance drove a wedge between the family, and he portrays Vanya as his ordinary violin playing sister that desperately wanted to belong with their family in any way she could, but turned to alcohol when she learned that her dream of being in the Umbrella Academy was crushed by Reginald and who had the easy life of not being exploited by their father for her powers like he was. Vanya actually confronted him about her portrayal in the book and they said some things that they shouldn’t have, but they eventually forgave each other and Vanya moved in with him and Leonard a month later. Klaus didn’t mind that Vanya and Leonard were dating, but saw a striking difference between Vanya and Leonard’s relationship and Vanya and Sissy’s relationship when Vanya came back from the 60s. With Leonard, Vanya was walking on eggshells and isolated from her brothers and couldn’t be herself around him, but with Sissy, Klaus saw that Vanya was happier and could be herself around Sissy and loves Harlan like her own son. Klaus was the one to kill Leonard with his powers by having Allison choke him to death when he badly hurt Harlan with a gun and tried to drown Sissy.

• Allison dies at the age of 17 when her throat was slit by a serial killer on a mission and now acts like Klaus’s mother by always keeping him sober enough to conjure her and giving him healthy advice, but ultimately going along with almost every crazy idea Klaus has. Since she has a slit throat she can’t talk, but she does sign language instead and like Ben, she ages like Klaus, but still wears the same outfit she was buried in: a yellow and green striped dress with a blue flora printed jacket with red heels and a pair of black leggings. She HATES Leonard Peabody because he’s manipulating Klaus into isolation from their family and she tries to get Klaus out of their toxic friendship, but Klaus always denies Leonard’s abuse. She misses her siblings so much that she’s deeply hurt that she had ignored their problems for so long.

• Diego stayed at the Umbrella Academy because he didn’t know how to be anything else but a hero, he also didn’t want to Mom behind, so he began reading and writing code to free Grace from her restrictive rules that Reginald put on her, but after his accident that had him have scars all over his body and face to the point where he lost his left eye and his face is almost beyond recognition, Diego left the Academy when he realized that there was no point in staying and became a recluse in his good friend, Eudora’s house. Unlike Luther, Diego doesn’t have the monkey body because I just couldn’t see that type of body build on David Castaneda. Diego met Eudora at a local boxing gym, Eudora was impressed Diego’s fight skilled and was shocked to know that he was Diego “The Kraken” Hargreaves because Reginald told the whole world including their city and Luther, Klaus, Five, and Vanya that Diego died in an explosion a year ago when he had his accident. Diego ,of course, was pissed that his own father told everyone and his siblings that he was dead instead of saying that he survived the mission and was just scarred for the rest of his life, but he wasn’t surprised that Reginald did that to keep up his reputation. Him and Eudora immediately became fast friends and roommates at her house since Diego had nowhere to go when he left the Academy 6 months ago and was living at an run-down and moldy apartment. They actually tried dating at one point, but because of their conflicted personalities, they decided to just stay friends and roommates.

• 3 months after Allison’s funeral, Luther ran away to escape his father’s tight gripped and cold stare and the house that reminded him of his lovely yet dead Allison when he was 18 years old. He ended up in Dallas, Texas where he became a famous boxer named King Kong since he’s so huge and muscular, met and married a successful TV salesman named Elliott Gussman, and they adopted an African American baby girl who they named Claire Allison Gussman. Luther decided to take Elliott’s last name ,even though it was Luther who proposed to him, to cut his ties off from the Umbrella Academy and the man who turned 6 children into soldiers and who blamed the death of an innocent 17 year old girl that happened to be his adopted daughter on his 4 sons and 1 daughter instead of the person who killed her in the first place. Luther and Elliott had a happy marriage for 3 years until Klaus’s book came out that exposed the secrets of Luther’s past and made him into a hotheaded bully with daddy issues who followed Reginald around like a eager puppy trying to get a reward and a coward ran away from his problems instead of facing them. Elliott was furious at Luther because when Luther came to Dallas he lied about being from a mob family that did all types of shady businesses and that he ran away because his “family” couldn’t understand and accept him being bisexual instead of telling him truth about his abusive father who raised them to be child soldiers, how his brother Diego would always tried to be better than him to their father’s approval, how his brother Five was too smart for his own good, how he loved his sister Allison more than he should, how he tried to forget about Ben’s disappearance, how he ignored Klaus’s drug abuse, and how he denied Vanya’s problem with alcohol for so long. When Elliott read Klaus’s book about what Luther did and who he was, Elliott immediately started arguing with him about his true identity. Luther tried to deny it, but couldn’t because he loves Elliott too much to even hurt him in a way. Elliott actually threatened to separate from Luther when their arguments gotten too much, but he didn’t and instead drove Luther and him to see a marriage counselor so that they could actually talk to each other instead of just arguing. Luther and Elliott eventually made up, but because of the book, Luther is the one that’s more pissed about it and at Klaus for almost making Elliott lose his marriage to him. Btw, Claire is 6 years old in 2019 and was adopted as a baby in 2013 by the Gussman family when Luther was 24 and Elliott was 30, a year after Klaus’s book was published.

• Vanya was introduced to alcohol at 13 years old when Five and Klaus were drinking 2 cases of beer that Five stole, Klaus persuaded her to take a sip of his beer and she hasn’t stop drinking since. Besides the violin and her pills, alcohol was the thing that defined Vanya and her personality. Vanya thought that no one would care about what happened to her since she was so ordinary and isolated that she dumped all of her pills in the garbage disposal and drinks her problems away. With her new coping mechanism, Vanya’s personality changed from quiet and meek to sarcastic and drunk. Five and Vanya left the Academy for college together, but ended up separated by the time they were 20 because Vanya kept drinking her tutition away. By the age of 22, Vanya ended up being homeless because she got kicked out of her apartment for not paying her rent with the money she used to buy alcohol. She still plays her violin, but only for cash instead of at The Icarus Theatre. She also read Klaus’s book and was upset about her portrayal as his alcoholic sister who had an easy life of being ordinary and never going on missions because she doesn’t have a power that can’t be turned off willingly or that can kill somebody; she cried and drank her misery away for 3 weeks until she confronted Klaus about the book, they both admittedly said things that they regretted, but ended up apologizing to each other in the end. She also meets and dates Leonard like in the show and instead of Allison finding the truth about Leonard, it’s Five and Delores who both tried to convince Klaus and Vanya that Leonard is a snake, but they both denied it. Vanya ends up living with Klaus and Leonard when her and Klaus made up when she’s 23. In my first draft I made it Five and Delores that Vanya ended up rooming with, but I wanted to make Vanya and Klaus isolated further by Leonard manipulating both of them. When the house is attacked by Hazel and Cha-Cha, Vanya is the one that’s kidnapped and tortured by them for 2 days and is rescued by Eudora who arrives with back up this time, but is injured in the spine by Cha-Cha. Vanya takes the briefcase and time travels to October 12, 1963 where she ends up falling in love with a woman named Sissy Cooper, a widowed housewife who accidentally ran Vanya over with her car, and becoming a nanny/second mother to Sissy’s 5 year old autistic son named Harlan. Vanya stayed with them until 1966 when a neighbor reported their “unholy” relationship to the police, so to keep them safe Vanya used the briefcase to go back to 2019 with Sissy and Harlan.

—When Vanya gets back to 2019 with Sissy and Harlan, no one believes her story except for Klaus, who promises to her relationship with Sissy a secret from Leonard, and Ben, who was the only one that was worried about her whereabouts in the first place besides Klaus. Vanya tries to become sober for the sake of Harlan not being afraid of her when she gets drunk and for Sissy and her’s relationship since her late husband was an abusive alcoholic, instead of conjuring the one she loves’s ghost like Klaus did in the show. When Vanya was dating Leonard, he would constantly have her and Klaus practice their music and dance at 12am-6am to train them more and if one of them mess up, he’ll have them locked up in a dark and tiny closet with only one dimly lit lightbulb and they would have to balance on a stool on one leg for the duration of their training. Leonard would also take his anger out on Klaus and Vanya if he had a bad day at his shop, which would leave Klaus with bruises on his arms and a black eye and Vanya with scratches on her back and bruises on her neck. (Trigger Warning for those who can’t handle stories with domestic violence) When the 3 of them were 27, Leonard gotten pissed at how independent and successful Klaus and Vanya were getting in their lives by Klaus getting paid more from his dance recitals and Vanya going to AA meetings more to the point of being sober for 3 weeks that he took his frustrations about losing his control out on them by punching and slapping Klaus and choking and scratching Vanya, but thankfully a neighbor called the police after hearing their screams and Klaus and Vanya were taken to the hospital and Leonard was arrested, but unfortunately Klaus and Vanya bailed Leonard out due to dropping charges against him as an apologize.

Here are the things that I changed

• Klaus and Vanya both cause the apocalypse by combining their powers at Klaus’s dance recital with Vanya’s violin because Leonard isolated them from everyone, manipulated them to the point of denying the abuse he put them through, and because of him trying to kill Sissy and Harlan for taking Vanya away from him.

• Five and Delores tries to explain to Vanya and Klaus that Leonard only liked them to get revenge on the Umbrella Academy and it was him that kidnapped Sissy and Harlan to get them to come back to him, but Five gets stabbed in the stomach by Klaus’s new found telekinesis and Vanya makes Five and Delores’s apartment collapsed after knocking Delores out. When the apartment collapses, Allison , who’s coperal at the moment, immediately grabs both a bleeding Five and an unconscious Delores and saves them from death and takes them to the Academy to be treated by Grace. Delores unfortunately loses her right arm to a huge piece of shrapnel lodged into it that’s cutting the circulation.

• When Ben goes to the apocalypse for the first time, he finds Luther with the eye clutched in his hand, Diego wrapped in black bandages holding a woman with a long black ponytail (Eudora), Five in an Armani suit with his eyes opened, and a red headed woman in a polka dotted blouse and a black skirt holding one of Five’s hand (Delores). All of them are dead and Ben finds out that they’re his brothers by the faded black umbrella tattoo on Luther’s wrist when Ben was inspecting the bodies. The bodies that Ben couldn’t find were Allison, Vanya, and Klaus’s, but after learning about Allison’s death from Klaus’s book, Ben kept looking for Vanya and Klaus.

• Vanya gets her burst of powers when Harlan almost drown in the summer of ‘64 in the lake 10 miles away from the farm. Harlan was playing with a beach ball when it got away from him and he tried to get it while Vanya and Sissy were cuddling in the sand and a wave pulled him under the water. Sissy started crying and panicking when Vanya couldn’t get Harlan to the surface, but after a minute of silence she was shocked and relieved to see Vanya holding Harlan in her arms while she’s floating in the lake with glowing white eyes. As soon as they get to shore, Vanya gives Harlan cpr which transfers her newly found powers to him like in the canon.

• Diego doesn’t show himself to his siblings until episode 3 when Hazel and Cha-Cha attack the house because everyone thinks he’s dead and he’s a recluse. He finds out about the attack from Grace (mom) when she calls him from her bedroom phone since they talk every day so that he can know what’s going on and because of these calls, Diego knows about Ben being back, how the funeral went, and how much each of his siblings changed over the years.

• In episode 1, since the siblings’ lives are switched around, the way they found out that Reginald died is slightly different from canon. Luther finds out from the press badgering him after he won a fight, Diego finds out from Eudora when she comes home after work and turns on the Tv in a flash, Klaus finds out during rehearsal on the radio that him and his group are listening to to practice the recital while Allison is dancing in the shadows behind him when the news suddenly comes on, Five finds out from his phone on social media when one of his students sent him the news link after Five teleports to his apartment after saving a 12 year old boy from being abducted by a creep and almost killing said creep by beating him senseless, and Vanya finds out from a bar Tv when she and Leonard are on a date. She immediately calls Klaus who was immediately going to call her to tell her the same thing when he was done rehearsals.

• Just to clarify, since Vanya spent 3 years with Sissy and Harlan in Dallas from 1963-1966, she is 33 years old and Harlan is 8 years old because he was 5 when he and his mom met Vanya. Even though Vanya spent 3 years in the ‘60s, she was only gone for 2 days with Klaus, Five, Delores, Ben, and Leonard searching for her.

• When the Hargreeves all come back for the funeral, the introduction of them to each other are very different. Diego doesn’t show up to the funeral to keep up the reputation of him being dead. Vanya and Klaus show up together, but immediately split up when Vanya goes straight to the bar making drinks for her and her brothers (mostly for her though) and Klaus goes to his old room to reminisce about his past. Five checks their father’s room and office for evidence of something other than a heart attack, he is the one that thinks that Reginald was murdered by someone, and he also greets Vanya and Klaus with Delores who went with him to meet his family. Luther is trying to get through the funeral as possible by almost avoiding his siblings, but that backfires when Five calls a family meeting to talk about their father’s death and Luther sees a tipsy Vanya holding a mix of vodka and rum, Klaus talking to Delores who is laughing at a funny story Klaus is telling, and Five lecturing the remaining siblings on how their father might’ve been murdered.

• Eudora is more present in the show since she survives the gunshot wound in her spine by Cha-Cha, but she ends up being paralyzed from the waist down in a wheelchair. She helps Five with discovering how Reginald actually died and Diego with stepping out into the world and seeing his family for the first time in years. Like in canon, she is the first one to find Vanya at the motel after finding the message that Hazel and Cha-Cha left on the van when they burned down the prosthetic factory after they got drunk off of Vanya’s “special lemonade” which is just lemonade mixed with wine and vodka. Unlike in the show, Delores and Ben go with Eudora as back up in case something goes wrong and it does end up going wrong with Cha-Cha and Eudora having a shoot out with each other in the parking lot that ultimately ends up Eudora becoming paralyzed by Cha-Cha’s bullet ricocheting off a lamppost and lodging into Eudora’s spine with her laser gunand Ben wrestling with his former partner Hazel in the motel room while Vanya is escaping through the vent with the briefcase in her arms and Delores in tow.

Ben breaks Hazel’s wrist and almost beats him to a bloody pulp for kidnapping Vanya, but he stops when he hears Eudora’s screams from outside and sees her on the ground behind her car and he immediately drives her to the hospital while Hazel and Cha-Cha get away before the police show up. Delores and Vanya get on a nearby bus to escape the chaos and they talk about what’s going on in their lives and Delores talks about how Leonard treats Klaus when they’re alone, but Vanya denies any abuse and opens the briefcase. The last thing Vanya hears is Delores screaming.

• The episode “The Day that Wasn’t” doesn’t exist in my AU and is instead replaced with an episode called “Welcome to the 60’s” where Five interrogates Sissy and Harlan about the past while working on the beat up briefcase to learn more about how to time travel. Eudora and Diego talk about how their long time friendship has become into a sibling relationship and about how Diego can reconnect with his siblings again. Luther and Delores discuss how they both want a normal and ordinary life with their husband and fiancé respectively, but fail to see that things can never go back to way they were. Ben goes off on his own to find the truth about Leonard Peabody, but finds himself at Griddy’s where he sees Hazel kissing Agnes and talks to them about his problems. Agnes gives Ben advice about how he can reconcile with his family by actually giving them time to process him being a time traveling assassin and him telling Five to not feel guilty about causing a rift between him and Vanya and Klaus because it wasn’t Five’s fault that Ben “ran away”.

I’ll continue the rest of the story when I have the time. Right now I just want to post this.

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dumbassacademy · 4 years

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Luther/Elliott would be the very definition of ‘boys will be boys’ together and it would be beautiful and I need this as a ship y’all don’t even understand okay I need them to get high and cuddle and get married and they have brunch with Vanya and Sissy on the weekends in the girls’ cute little farmhouse where they raise chickens and don’t really have to work cause they’re living off the money their dad left them when he died of a heart attack when Vanya whistled too sharply one day when they were 16 and he kicked the bucket and Five comes back from the apocalypse (which doesn’t happen for like 6000 years but I need to give my son muchly angst so he can be coddled) and he’s so fucking annoyed at everyone setting him up on play dates with their kids and Klaus and Diego are in a constant custody battle over him cause they don’t have kids yet and Dave is confused but okay with it but Eudora is horrified and not ready to be a mother to a 58 year old yet and Ben is just sorta vibin these days as a librarian and isn’t all that interested in having kids because he’s still trying to woo a pretty girl and Allison lives in town with Raymond and Claire (her daughter from her first marriage obv) and Five is so confused with all these people thinking they’re more queer than him as if someone gave them the RIGHT to be listen here sluts he’s been in a platonic-queer relationship with a figment of his imagination for the past 45 years he didn’t come here to fuck around in fact he’s not about that fuckin around life at all and Vanya just calmly strokes his hair like she does when Harlan is having a panic attack and he calms down and pushes into her like a touch starved kitten on crack with the feral attitude of a raccoon that really wants your sandwich and tbh this isn’t the best first meeting their SO’s have experienced but tbh all of the siblings are so excited to have baby bro back and Grace makes them all cookies and Five takes a nap in between mommy and Vanya and he’s finally at peace.

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #vissy tua #vissy #Luther x Elliott #luliott #idk if that’s their ship name if I’m the first one here it is now

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gilmores-glorious-blog · 3 years

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not me getting attached to the luther/elliott ship 😭

#it’s CUTE okay?!!#the umbrella academy #tua #luther x elliott #eli.posts

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foreverjustvibing · 4 years

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I wish I was actually good at making fan content because I really want to draw or write something Elliott x Luther because I want content for it but then I try and remember I suck at both.

#elliot x luther #tua2 #the hargreeves #luther hargreeves #tua #tuas2 #tua elliott #tuaelliot #tua elliot #elliot tua #they deserve to be happy #elliott deserves better #the umbrella acadmey #elliott x luther #luther x elliott

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coffee4bookworm · 3 years

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I'm watching S2E4 of the Umbrella Academy and my brain is like I ship Elliot and Luther...out of fucking nowhere!!! Wtf I don't even particularly like Luther why the fuck would I ship him with anyone?

#the umbrella academy #luther hargreeves #elliott #luther x elliott

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mayriotheauking · 3 years

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I’ll say it, I will fucking say it...

Luther x Elliot

#luther x elliott #the umbrella academy #elliot gussman #luther hargreeves #i ship everything and anything #tua luther #umbrella academy luther #this is no shitpost #i ship it

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paceywittergayboatman · 3 years

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Anyway hot take the large amount of people shipping klaus and dave and luther and elliot and not being into shipping vanya and sissy due to straight girls in fandom in general having the tendency to fetishize gay men especially gay white men

#vissy #vanya x sissy #sissy x vanya #klaus x dave #dave x klaus #vanya hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #sissy cooper #tua #ua #the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #elliot x luther #luther x elliott

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viktors-suit · 4 years

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luther/elliot wtnv au where the umbrella academy manages to prevent the s1 apocalypse, and flash forward to ~6 months later, when they're all trying to figure out what to do with their lives.

at five's suggestion, luther sends his moon research to nasa, who simultaneously goes feral over it and is also alarmed that this untrained man spent 4 years on the moon illegally. he gets some offers to do some scientific research with various organizations, but takes awhile to make a decision. finally, luther hears reports of strange happenings in a small town in the american southwest called night vale. he digs a little, finds evidence of portals, supernatural powers, and angels(???) there, and immediately thinks: this could be related to the umbrella academy.

luther gets funding from a university to send him and a small group of researchers out to night vale for a few months. (he loves science, and he also wants to get away from all the craziness at home for awhile.) he says goodbye to his siblings and drives down alone, promising to call at least twice a week.

when he gets close to the night vale city limits, he's in the middle of a phone call with allison when the sounds cuts off and the radio turns on by itself. a voice pours out, a kind and calming voice that luther can't help but listen to, saying: "the sun is hot. the moon is beautiful. and mysterious lights overhead while we all pretend to sleep. welcome to night vale."

the man on the radio, who luther later finds out is named elliott, continues to report the news, which alternates between mundane and ridiculously fanciful. (what kind of town doesnt allow dogs in the dog park? hooded figures?) luther isn't sure if the man is on drugs, if he has a very good imagination, or if the reports he read were more true than he could ever imagine. but he wants to find out.

when luther and his team of scientists arrive in night vale, they discover... well. family phone calls are going to get a lot more interesting.

#elluther #luther hargreeves #wtnv #tua #the umbrella academy #elliott gussman #tua elliott #elliott x luther

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paperpocalypse · 3 years

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white rabbit.

50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”: 2. Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,874 words

Warnings: Swearing, panic attack

His idiot siblings are going to give him a goddamn aneurysm.

The hum of the Commission briefcase – which is now in 2019 without a single person attached to it – rings in Five’s ears, mocking. He resists the urge to scream and tear all of his hair out. All that work – wasted!

“Now what?” Luther asks as Five paces up and down the alley.

What do you think, you doorknob? “Now nothing, Luther, all right? Make your peace with God.”

“What? What about Allison and Vanya?”

“Screw them both. They should have been here.” Five’s irritated pacing turns into a run, and he furiously kicks a cardboard box. God, the alley smells like vomit and shit. Everything is shit! “Ugh!”

“What about Diego?” Klaus slurs out his two cents from his place on the ground. Useless puke bag. “He's quite a responsible young man, no?”

“Something must’ve happened to them,” says Luther.

Fuck that. Wherever they are, they’ll be dead soon enough. Does nobody understand that? Dead! Dead! Dead!

“Screw Diego, all right? Screw everybody!” Five seethes. “[Y/n] and I were better off in the apocalypse.”

He turns on his heel, trying to suppress the rising panic in his bones. Something catches his arm.

Your brow is furrowed when he meets your gaze, mouth set in a thin, worried line. “Five,” you murmur, voice soft.

A tiny sting of regret worms its way into his chest at your expression. But then he thinks of the briefcase, and the Handler, and he quickly looks away.

“Five!” Luther admonishes, casting you a concerned glance. “Come on.”

His brother’s tone grates on the last of Five’s nerves. Gritting his teeth, he advances on the large man. Your hand slips away.

“You know what, Luther? It's every sibling for himself now.” Five throws his arms out in a grand gesture, then makes his way over to the door. “How ’bout that?”

Yanking the door open, he storms into the building.

Five tries to think as he stomps up staircase after staircase, but he can’t hold onto a thought for more than a few seconds before it disappears into a muddle of static. Concentrate. He just needs to get to the flat and think of a new plan, yeah, again, and try to save the world for the millionth fucking time – he stumbles over a step and then rights himself, legs numb. His chest feels tight. Come on. Keep moving. Think, think! God!

You’re calling his name. He doesn’t answer.

There is another way. A Hail Mary. But what if they waste that last chance too?

He swears underneath his breath, heart pounding. Blood roars in his ears. He tightens his grip on the railing and tries to even out his breathing.

Shit. Now is not the time. He needs to get out of this stairwell. Everything is so cramped and it’s not helping at all –

“… Five.”

You’re behind him, and then you’re in front of him, and Five meets a blurry set of eyes for the second time. Breathe. Breathe.

“Do you want to go back outside?” you ask softly.

No more stairs. “Flat,” he manages to reply, gesturing messily at the door a few feet away. Just somewhere with some space. In. Out.

You nod.

Several minutes later, he’s sitting on the bed in the room that Elliott had given him, blazer folded over the footboard, face damp with sweat and tucked into the crook of your neck as he completely breaks down.

Your hands treat him gently, rubbing circles into his back and wiping his face. He grips your shirt until his knuckles are white.

“You can get through this,” you say to him. “Just breathe with me, okay?”

Five tries. He really does. A shudder wracks his body. You inhale. He inhales. Exhale. Exhale.

“Good job.”

Something wet runs down his cheek. Fuck.

Both relief and shame fill him when you dry his cheek with your sleeve.

It’s absolute shit, however long it lasts – Five doesn’t know how long. Too long. But you’re there the whole time, holding him like you’ve done before, and it helps even though he’s too embarrassed to admit as much. You help a lot.

As the hammering in his chest finally slows to dull thuds, he takes in another deep, slow breath, and loosens his grip.

“I’ll get you some water?” you ask. He moves his head in some semblance of a nod. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”

Carefully, you detach yourself from him; the mattress creaks as you stand up and leave. Five swallows, staring down at his hands. The air feels slightly chilly on the side of his face that had been pressed against you, and he uses the comforter to quickly scrub away the dampness. His eyes ache.

You return soon enough with a glass of cold water. He sips slowly at first, then gulps the rest of it down. You put the empty glass onto the nightstand and brush his hair away from his eyes.

“You need to rest.”

The word brings a brief wave of longing. Then stress follows soon after, and Five steels himself. “I need to come up with another plan,” he mutters.

Even though he’s not looking at you, he feels the sudden burn of your gaze as you put your hands on his shoulders. “After you rest.”

“The apocalypse –”

“Is still a few days from now.” Your words take on a honeyed, coaxing tone. “There’s not much else we can do today, so sleep. Please. I’ll take care of things while you’re away.”

You press down, and despite his previous protest, Five doesn’t resist.

“… Thanks,” he vaguely hears himself mumble.

When his head touches the pillow, it feels as if all his muscles give way. His eyelids immediately feel heavy.

The last thing he’s aware of is you taking off his shoes.

—

Five is thoroughly conked out by the time you pull the blankets over him, and after giving his forehead a tender peck, you tiptoe out of the bedroom and shut the door with a quiet sigh.

Now on to business.

The rest of the Hargreeves siblings, as well as Sissy and Harlan Cooper, sit up slightly as you stride into the living room. You make a point of looking at each one of them individually, cross your arms, and then speak.

“I believe explanations are in order.”

Diego is the one who speaks first. “I ran into Lila,” he says, maintaining eye contact with you. “She tried to drag me to the Commission while I was burying Elliott.”

“I see,” is all you say. “Allison?”

“Some men came in and attacked Ray and me at the house,” she explained. “Otherwise, I would have been on time.”

“Did you kill them?”

“I made them leave.”

“All right. Vanya?”

“Carl called the police to stop us on the way here. I had to deal with them.”

Sissy and Harlan are not supposed to be here. Based on the hard look Vanya is giving you, she knows that. You close your eyes and breathe out softly.

“All right. Well, I can’t change the past, and the briefcase is already lost, so I’m not going to shout about how everything should’ve gone,” you eventually tell them, eyebrows drawn. “I just want to talk to you about Five.”

“What's wrong with him?” Diego asks.

Klaus answers for you. “He’s pissed.”

Luther agrees solemnly. You frown.

“He’s stressed. Yes, he’s angry, but he’s mostly stressed and worried sick.” You uncross your arms. “Do you know what he did to get that briefcase?”

The siblings blink at you.

“He assassinated the board of directors,” you say. “I know you don’t know much about the Commission, but what he did was a big deal and very dangerous. And he did it for you. He does everything for you, because you’re his family, and he cares about you.”

“He has a hard time showing us,” Diego mutters.

“And you guys seem to have a hard time showing him,” you return. “It just … it feels like you see the apocalypse as Five’s problem. And maybe mine as well, but not yours. I understand that you’ve had to adapt and make a life here, but none of you except for Sissy and Harlan belong in this time. Whatever we’ll have to do from now on will require all of us to stay together. We can’t risk another doomsday.”

“Doomsday?” Sissy speaks up, alarmed. “What’s this about a doomsday?”

Vanya shifts. “It’s …” She touches Sissy’s hand gently. “It’s kind of a long story. I’ll tell you later, okay? You and Harlan don’t have to worry about it. We’ll fix it.”

“We will,” you confirm, nodding at the pair. “As long as everyone does what they’re supposed to.”

Luther looks at you curiously. “Why are you telling us all of this and not Five?”

Why, indeed. Glancing back in the direction of the bedroom, you think of Five tucked away in bed for the first time since he landed in Dallas. Hopefully, he hasn’t snuck out. You’ll have to check on him soon.

“He’d be too stubborn to admit it. It took me a long time to find out how much he sacrificed to help me in the apocalypse. And the Commission.” You smile frankly. “What’s more, he’s resting now. It’s been a long two weeks.”

“Shit,” Klaus mutters. “I forgot about the time thing. The old man must be one apocalypse away from a heart attack.”

“Yes. He’s not invincible.”

Everyone looks down awkwardly.

“We’re sorry for not making it. We didn't know. And we’ll tell him that.” Allison folds her hands tightly in her lap. “So what do we do now?”

Again, not much. Shrugging, you gesture to the couches and chairs that they’re sitting on. “Rest. Get cleaned up. Five and I will need to explore our options once he’s awake.”

With that, you turn and start making your way back to the guest room.

Vanya’s tentative voice stops you when you’re halfway through the kitchen. “Let us know when he wakes up?”

The other siblings voice their agreement. A genuine smile touches your lips. “I will,” you answer, pleased.

The murmuring in the living room fades as you continue walking. When you reach the bedroom, you gingerly open the door and poke your head inside.

Five is exactly where you had left him, tucked in with the blankets up to his chin and dead to the world. Soft snores reach your ears as you creep closer. Good. Seating yourself at the edge of the mattress, you run your fingers through his hair.

For the rest of the evening and most of the night, you watch over Five, keeping quiet and re-tucking the sheets around him whenever he stirs. He doesn’t open his eyes once. His siblings drift in occasionally, individually or in pairs, each of them looking every bit like they’re entering a lion’s den until you smile and beckon them closer. None of them speak, but they don’t need to. You can only hope that Five won’t be too angry with them in the morning.

A lot of work will need to be done then. But for now, your partner needs to sleep.

#wordless ways to say i love you #source: @50-item-writing-prompts #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves imagine #the umbrella academy five #the umbrella academy #tua #five x reader #five imagine #tua fanfic #fanfic #reader insert #fluff #hurt/comfort #tw panicking #tw panic attack #fem!reader #five x fem!reader

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fiveisnumber1 · 3 years

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Timeless - Five Hargreeves x Reader

Main story parts:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32

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Pt 32 - Me, Lu, and Five Times Two

He's me?

Confused you looked over at the older gentleman, your eyes scanning him up and down trying to figure out what Five meant. Everything seemed typical for a middle-aged businessman but then you noticed it. The pair of familiar eyes looking back at you. You looked back up towards your boyfriend just to make sure you were seeing things right. After all that commotion at the commission, you were worried your brain might have been scrambled. But when you looked back over you realized you weren't going crazy because they matched.

"Five," you called softly

Commission Five felt his heart jump as you called his name. He had heard your voice in his head and the imaginary version of you said his name plenty of times before, but watching you say it alive and in front of him felt different. In a good way. A very good way. You tried to step out of the embrace you were sharing with your boyfriend but as you pulled back he pulled you in tighter. There was no way he was going to let this old, mess of a man take you away from him. Rolling your eyes, you used your powers to phase through his arms quickly so no one would notice. Turning around you made your way over to commission Five.

Although he had met your eyes before, he now looked down at the ground. How could he bring himself to look at you after the mistakes he had made in the past. You died because of his rash actions. Slowly, you stepped closer and closer to him.

Although you couldn't gauge his expression with his face down, you knew Five like the back of your hand and had a good idea of what was going through his mind. You weren't told much about your death but you knew enough about the events that occurred. One of those events being that Five witnessed it. It was and most likely would always be his biggest regret. When your boyfriend had first seen you again upon his return he was emotional and apologetic. Since this was him before the time jump you could only imagine that this version was feeling the same way. Maybe more so since he was seeing you again without any preparation. You felt for the guy. That was still your best friend there. Stepping forward toward the other version of your friend, you slowly opened your arms before gently wrapping them around him.

Commission Five stood there frozen, shocked by the realness of it all. As he started to process what was going on though he slowly wrapped his arms back around you, holding you tightly like his life depended on it. If he let go he worried you would disappear from him again.

Academy Five on the other hand could feel his blood boil in a way that he had never experienced before. Maybe it was the paradox psychosis getting to him? No, he wasn't experiencing psychosis at all. He was fine! It was more likely because of the scum of the earth with his grubby hands all over HIS girlfriend! His eyes narrowed on his commission version and if looks could kill his other self would've been six feet under by now. It truly was a miracle that he was still standing, but every second more that you hugged that washed-up walking failure, Academy Five became less and less stable. Unable to stand you hugging him one more second, Five stated,

"Alright, that's enough."

Pulling you from the hug, Five wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, your back pressed flush against him. The two Fived glared at each other with malice in their eyes. You could feel the tension building in the air and shot a look to Luther for some kind of help. These were two versions of your best friend, you didn't want to make either of them feel bad but your entire existence around these two was like walking a tight rope. Instead of helping Luther shot back a shrug and it was with that action that you knew you had to try and figure this out on your own. Taking on a sarcastic tone you comment to Academy Five,

"Y'know, I knew we would have to deal with jealousy at some point but I never thought it would start with yourself."

"Jealous? There's nothing to be jealous about with him." Academy Five remarked, his glare unwavering

"Don't flatter yourself you little jack-off." Commission Five retorted

Feeling the tension in the air grow, you broke out of your boyfriend's hold and stepped in between the two using your presence as a divider. If one thing was true about Five, it's that if you wanted something he would do it for you. Trying to ease the hostility you suggested,

"ALRIGHT! How about we just sit down and chat for a little bit?"

The Fives continued to glare at each other. Their silent intent to harm seemingly having no end. Trying to get them to quell their mutual antagonism was going to be more of a challenge than you thought. Reworking your original statement, you added,

"It would make ME happy if we sat down and chatted."

You could see the change in their facial expressions as they dealt with the conflict between being mad at the other and wanting to make you happy. Obviously, one was more important to them compared to the other and after a moment of silence the two of them let out identical huffs and simultaneously agree,

"Fine."

Luther happily goes to sit down trying to avoid being in the middle of the shit show that was brewing before him. You stand there as the two Fives stand-off, each waiting for the other to make the first move. They had to prove to you that they were the superior Five. Rolling your eyes, you gesture to the two seats across from each other that still had pints of beer in front of them.

"Let's SIT." You emphasized

Slowly, the two of them start to make their way towards their respective seats, eyes locked on each other to make sure the other didn't pull something. When they finally sit down you head over to join them but as you approach the empty seat your boyfriend jumps back up from his to pull the chair out for you. Caught off guard, you freeze in place before realizing what was going on. Slowly, you take your seat as Five pushes your chair in.

Academy Five shot a shit-eating grin towards his counterpart. He was the better of the two Fives and he was going to make that known to the other one and you. That bag of dust had nothing on him and he knew it. Commission Five on the other hand shot back a death glare. How dare that late-stage puberty sack have the idea to pull out your chair like a stupid little gentleman. You wait for Academy Five to make his way back to his seat and sit down before turning your attention towards him, to the dismay of Commission Five. Taking a breath, you put on a more serious tone as you ask your boyfriend,

"So...do you have any semblance of a plan to get out of this timeline, Five?"

Five's smug look drops as he finally realized that he wasn't actually expecting you to be here with him when he confronted himself. And now with his idea to use you as blackmail out the window any leverage he had over his counterpart was pretty much gone. Sure, he still had the main plan of getting the briefcase but that was about it at this point. With his lack of response, you leaned forward and questioned,

"Five?"

"Well...like I told you back at Elliott's, it's a Hail Mary." Five replied

"Which is?" You press

"I want to use the briefcase that Scummy the Commission Agent over here has since HE DOESN'T NEED IT." Five responds, annoyance evident in his voice

"Although a little rude in your delivery, that's a solid plan. What's the issue then?" You quest

"HIM! He's the issue. He doesn't want to give it to me!" Five exclaims

You turn your head towards Commission Five and see him scratching the back of his neck. He was starting to look ill in a similar fashion to your own boyfriend. You were concerned about his state of being but also about your ability to get out of the 60s. You needed to find out why he wouldn't help you out. Trying to be polite about the situation you question calmly,

"Five, why not? We're not supposed to be in this timeline, and that could help us get home."

"I can't trust him." Commission Five replies bluntly

You furrow your eyebrows at his response. He couldn't trust himself? Had he lost his mind?

"But he's you...?" You questioned confused

Commission Five knew that this might be confusing to you since you saw them as the same person. The problem was that they were two completely different people. One of those people, being him, who was better and the other version, worse. Taking your hand in his, he looked into your eyes and politely explained,

"That's exactly why mon chérie."

Almost on instinct Academy Five jumped up from his seat. His hands slamming onto the table as he leaned towards Commission Five's face. With a look of disgust plastered on his face, Five exclaimed,

"Don't you dare call her that!"

Turning his attention towards his counterpart Commission Five pulled his hand away from yours as he slowly rose from his seat. Placing his hands down on the table the two Fives mirrored each other as Commission Five angrily questioned,

"Oh? Why not?"

"Because that's my girlfriend, you geriatric cunt. Back off." Academy Five commanded

"How about you make me, you pubescent prick." Commission Five taunted back

"Both of you, sit down!" You demanded

As you spoke, you used your powers and quickly whipped the two of them down into their seats. Thank god everyone was too drunk to notice though because there would be a lot of explaining to do otherwise. You held the two of them firm in their seats as they both wriggled around for a bit trying to stand back up. When you could tell that the two of them had finally relented you let them go. As you looked at the both of them sternly, Commission Five looked back at you with awe. He had read about all the training you did in your journal but it was impressive to see it in action. Awestruck, Commission Five commented,

"Your powers have...gotten stronger since I was last with you."

"Yes, they have and if you two don't chill out I'll demonstrate how strong they've gotten by burning this place down with all of you trapped in it." You reply firmly

Luther looked towards you, his eyes wide with concern as he quietly pointed to himself as if to ask "me too?". Looking back at him, you thought about it for a moment before replying,

"Maybe. But definitely, the two of them if they don't calm down."

"Well, I would happily die if it was at your hand." Commission Five mentioned, still in awe of you

"Well, I'd die MORE happily!" Academy Five stated as he leaned in more towards his counterpart

The two of them leaned across the table as they glared at each other once more. Rolling your eyes you pulled them back into their seats with your powers and held them there again. You looked at the both of them as they seethed with rage, not letting up your grip even as they started to sit quietly. Sweat droplets built upon their faces and the air around the table was less than pleasant to smell. As much as you were annoyed, you were also concerned. They looked ill and the amount of anger they were outwardly expressing was unusual for them. You'd expect this amount of anger out of Luther or Diego, not Five. You were starting to feel that their proximity to each other in this one timeline probably was not the best. Maybe if you mentioned it to them you could get to the bottom of things.

"Both of you, shut it and listen. Now I'm not the prick who is," you explain looking at Commission Five before turning to your boyfriend "or was a time-traveling mercenary, but I have done copious amounts of time travel research because I thought I could somehow use my powers to get you back-"

"You tried to get me back?" They ask in unison, surprised at the statement

"Yeah of course I did you, dumbasses. What about the term best friend don't you understand?" You remarked

As both Fives were forced to sit there, they thought about what you said. They were always so focused on getting back to you that it never occurred to them that you might attempt to get them back as well. Like you had said, you two were best friends and with the evident fact that you loved him the same way he loved you, it was stupid not to think that you would do anything to get him back by your side. As they thought more they both started to realize that the evidence was always there in your journal. All the times you had mentioned reading quantum physics books, or writing theorems, or trying to figure out if you could open wormholes with your powers. Sure it was never written as a direct statement but all the clues were there to show you were working to get him back. If you weren't using your powers to forcibly keep them in their seats both of them would've hugged you at that moment. As you held them there you continued saying,

"But that's not the point. My point is that if I had to make an educated guess, I don't think it's good that you two are in such close proximity to each other."

Your boyfriend's eyes went wide with surprise and in an impressed tone he responded,

"Wow, I didn't even explain what paradox psychosis was to you and you already know it's bad."

"I'm sorry- paradox what?" You questioned

Confused, you looked between the two Fives for some type of explanation because the dumb look on Luther's face led you to believe he wasn't quite sure of what to do in this situation. You watch as your boyfriend opens his mouth to speak but before he can get any words out Commission Five jumps in and states,

"Paradox psychosis. I can't believe he wouldn't explain something so important to you mon chérie."

"Stop calling her that." Academy Five complained

Ignoring his complaint though, Commission Five kept his eyes on you as he continued with his explanation.

"Paradox psychosis is a series of seven symptoms that occur if you are too close to yourself in the same timeline. They include denial, itching, extreme thirst and urination, excessive gas, acute paranoia, uncontrolled perspiration, and, ultimately, homicidal rage."

Slowly, you nodded your head as you took in what paradox psychosis was. You silently watched them, your eyes darting back and forth between the two as you noticed the symptoms already occurring. The sweat on their faces, the scent in the air, not to mention the way both of them were itching the backs of their neck at the moment. Hell, you could've been mistaking paranoia for jealousy. Trying to confirm the situation at hand you commented,

"So what you're telling me is that you two are already suffering from this."

"I am not." Commission Five retorted

"Neither am I." Academy Five added

Denial. Great...

"Suuuure...it's totally unlikely that you two are on a collision course to try and kill each other," you remarked sarcastically

"From the looks of it, they'd probably kill each other even without the psychosis." Luther mumbles

Unfortunately, Luther mumbled his comment too loud. Upon hearing his remark the Fives pointed at each other as they simultaneously exclaimed,

"I'm not suffering from psychosis! He is!"

Worried by the new information on paradox psychosis and stressed due to the constant dissonance between the Fives you knew you could not continue going on with this in your current state. Standing up from the table you exclaim,

"Ugh! if you two are going to keep lying to yourselves then I need a drink."

Rummaging through your jacket pocket you try to look for some cash to buy a drink, but remember that you had changed out of your bloody clothes back at the commission. Realizing that you were out of money, you commented,

"Shit. I don't have any cash on me."

As you looked around for maybe some spare change on the floor to purchase a cheap beer with Commission Five pulled a bill out of his jacket pocket and extended it out towards you.

"Here's a twenty, get whatever you'd like." He said with a kind smile

"You realize this is a lot of money for this time period right?" You mention

"I know." Commission Five replied

"Alright..." You replied resigned

Taking the massive amount of money you head over to the bartender to get something to drink. The two Fives watch as you walk away but when you're finally out of earshot Commission Five turns back to the table with a smug look.

"Hm. Imagine not having money to give your own girlfriend." He commented sarcastically

"Fuck you and your blood money. I get steadiness from her and you don't." Academy Five retorted

"Steadiness? What the hell does that mean?" Commission Five questioned

"Oh, you wish you knew!" Academy Five exclaimed back

Luther looked around and saw that people were starting to stare. It was surprising they hadn't earlier but this was getting more awkward by the minute. Placing a hand on his shoulder, Luther tries to grab the attention of the younger-looking version of his brother. Leaning in towards him Luther stated in a hushed tone,

"Five, calm down you're making a scene."

"Luther. Can I talk to you in private?" Five demands

Before Luther could reply, Five grabbed him by his jacket, pulling him over towards the entrance of the bar where they stood before confronting his other self. Turning around the bar with a drink in hand you watched as your smaller, angry boyfriend pulled along his gigantic, dumb brother. You had no clue what was going on but with a shake of your head, you headed back to the table. As you sat back down in your seat you saw Commission Five looking off at the young version of himself. Trying to get his attention you called,

"Five?"

Quickly his attention turned towards you. It was nice sitting here with you without that loudmouth constantly complaining across the table. It just felt natural to sit with you even after all the years he was gone. Placing your drink on the table you slid the rest of the money over to him. With a smile, you said,

"Thank you for the drink, Five."

For the first time in a while, a genuine smile came to Five's face. After all the suffering he went through it started to feel worth it just to see you happy.

"No problem. You know I'd do anything for you." He replied

"I know you would. Which is why it doesn't make sense to me that you don't want to help get us back to the right time." You state gently

Even if they wouldn't acknowledge it, you knew both Fives were under the influence of their paradox psychosis, but the Five you knew was still in there somewhere. You had to figure out what was holding this version back from giving you the help you needed to get out of here. You looked towards him, waiting for an answer and Five looked back. Seeing the pleading look in your eyes, Commission Five knew that he had to say something. There was no way he couldn't. He didn't want to let you down. Lowering his voice, Commission Five leaned in as he explained,

"(Y/N), it's complicated. He wants me to jump to 2019 so he doesn't disappear and just let him have the briefcase. That's not a good plan for anyone, let alone you."

"Five, this plan is all we have. Even when factoring out the psychosis-" You start to comment

"Which I don't have," Commission Five interjects

"Which you apparently don't have," You continue "You're still being a little ridiculous."

"No, I'm not." He retorted

"You are! This plan probably benefits you more than anyone else. You get to go to 2019 just like you wanted, stop Vanya from blowing up the moon and be the hero who saved the earth from the apocalypse. On top of that, you also get to see a version of me that hasn't seen you since the day you left." You tried explaining to him "You get everything you wanted, so I don't understand the hesitation."

"I told you. I can't trust him." Five reiterates

"But why?" you pleaded "This is all we have."

"(Y/N), look at him. He's arrogant and thinks he knows best when he obviously doesn't. All he does is leave a path of death behind him with a path of destruction in front. He's just a pile of mistakes that only keeps growing."

Five paused his explanation and looked towards his teenaged counterpart. As he did so, you could see a glimpse of something in his eyes. Letting out a breath he continued,

"And he abandoned you in time. I don't get why you'd still want to be around him..."

You took a look towards your boyfriend as you processed Commission Five's words. There was something about them that felt off. Quietly, you sat for a moment as you tried to figure out what it was. And then it hit you. He wasn't talking about the Five across the room, he was talking about himself. He viewed himself that way. He couldn't trust your Five because he couldn't trust himself. Slowly, you turned back towards the older-looking Five, your expression saddened by your realization. Placing one of your hands on top of his, Five's attention turns back to you. With a sympathetic smile, you gently answer his question.

"Because I love him." You reply softly

"How? After all that he's done, how can you still say you love him?" Five questioned, his voice barely a whisper

"Because Five is more than his mistakes." You emphasized gripping his hand just a bit tighter when saying his name

Commission Five didn't know how to feel. The remorse that he had carried with him still lingered but there was also a hope that was building. Maybe there was a chance that you could love him despite everything he had done in his life. But even if he agreed to this plan that you were going along with there was one concern that he still had,

"I just don't want you to get thrown through time and have something go wrong again."

"Five I've lost my home, my friends, and my family twice. When I leave this timeline it will be the third time I've left a home, friends, and family behind. If we can get back to 2019 I can at least get my second home back. Won't you help me? Please?" You explained sadly

Five saw the sad look on your face and the pain that you tried to hide behind your eyes. You always tried to make the best of your situation, he knew so from your journal entries, but that didn't mean you were fine. With that look on your face practically begging for his assistance he couldn't say no to you but the concern was too great to say yes either. Giving a slight nod of his head he stated,

"I'll think about it."

You let out a sigh as you took your hand back from his to take another sip of your drink. The two of you sat in silence for a moment and all you could hope was that when it came time, he would change his mind. Across the bar, Luther stood with Academy Five. He looked at this manic version of him as he suffered from the staged of paradox psychosis. Trying to ease the situation Luther commented,

"Five. You need to calm down. I meant it when I say that you were making a scene. People are still staring now."

Five didn't hear a word his brother had just said though. The only sounds were that of the violent thoughts he had in his head and the angry beating of his heart. There was only one solution to make all of his anger go away. Worse-Five had to go. Looking up towards Luther, Five responded,

"Luther I want you to kill him."

"What?" Luther questioned confused

"All you have to do is use your big monkey man hands to crush his skull." Five explains

"Yeah, that's not what's going to happen here." Luther retorts

"You're right," Five states

"Thank you!" Luther replies

"We should take him out back so no one can see." Five adds as he looks for the best way to get Commission Five out of the building

"Five, I'm not going to kill him at all." Luther clarifies

"What? Why not?" Five questions angry and confused

"Because if I kill him, he doesn't jump to 2019 and then you disappear," Luther explains

Five stops for a moment to take in Luther's statement. It was true that he would disappear but he still really wanted that other version out of his sights and away from you. Taking on a more neutral tone, Five stubbornly replies,

"Perhaps."

"And then I have to deal with your angry girlfriend because I caused you to not exist. And if (Y/N) is upset then Diego is going to get upset and they will kill me. Not ATTEMPT, they will." Luther continues

"That is a strong possibility" Five remarks

"And then the rest of our siblings find out, and if I somehow make it out alive, they will also get mad that I technically killed you. So no, I will not be killing him." Luther finishes

Five paused as he considered what Luther had said. Although he was still very much against it, Luther was right. They still needed his other self so he would have to live...for now.

"Fine." Five huffed "I just don't like the way he's acting around my girlfriend."

Besides trying to keep Five from causing a scene there was something on Luther's mind that he wanted to talk about with him. Taking a deep breath, he looked off to the side as he mumbled,

"Yeah...speaking of that."

"You think he's awful too?" Five questioned, curious as to what his brother had to say

"Well-" Luther tried to speak

"Who am I kidding, of course you do! You can see how stubborn and stuck up he is." Five interjected

"Actually I wanted to bring up something about the way you're acting," Luther replied

This was about the paradox psychosis again wasn't it? Five knew for a fact that he wasn't suffering from it. This was all just some type of side effect related to how upset the other Five was making him. Pseudo-symptoms due to his anger and frustration really. Before Luther could go on any spiel about the psychosis that he wasn't experiencing Five stated firmly,

"I'm don't have paradox psychosis."

Luther knew that denial was one of the stages of psychosis and Five was most definitely experiencing it but for now, he would put that aside to try and get to his point.

"This isn't about psychosis. this is about (Y/N),"

"Is it because I didn't have money to get her a drink? I didn't feel right stealing money from Elliott's place but now I'm thinking I should've-" Five started to explain

"Five, no. that's not it." Luther cut off

"Then what is it?" Five asked

It was at this moment that Luther realized how under-prepared he was for this. He didn't expect to get this far and now he wasn't quite sure what to do. The emotionally constipated man was attempting to have a heart-to-heart with his young-ish brother about a topic that he didn't even know if he had the words for. As a leader though, it felt important to him to guide Five in the right direction, so he tried to piece the words together as he explained,

"Okay, well. Y'know. I've just noticed that uh- so you've been using this word steadiness a lot and I- uh- well...I feel like it might mean something else and...I just feel like we should maybe discuss-"

"Luther stop." Five commanded

Even with all the anger and stress that was occupying his mind at the moment, Five wasn't an idiot. He could see his brother flailing as he tried to have a conversation he knew nothing about. Trying to stop Luther from making a fool of himself Five explained,

"If you are implying that you feel the need to give me some type of ''talk'' because of my boyish appearance and relationship status I'm going to ask you to refrain."

"What why? I mean, that's uh- not what I was saying...kind of. But why?" Luther questioned confused

"Why?" Five asked almost surprised "Because you are the least qualified person on this planet to talk about this subject. I would rather ask Diego knowing full well it would become a physical altercation than talk to you about this."

"I don't understand," Luther replies

Five didn't know if his brother got dumber during his time in the 60s or if he was always this stupid but it was only showing now. Either way, it was slightly concerning how his walnut brain couldn't even comprehend why he wasn't the man for this job he was attempting. He needed to try and explain his point in the simplest of terms or else Luther was never going to grasp it.

"Luther, you have been in love with your sister your whole life! That already disqualifies you from speaking on any subject related to love or relationships" Five states "But more so your one and only ''experience'' was with a stranger when you were under the influence. So for the sake of everyone, refrain."

"Listen, I just wanted to help my brother." Luther remarks

"You want to help me? Keep whatever you wanted to say to yourself and stick to being a spotter."

Luther opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but shut it quickly after. Was he really that unqualified? As the two of them stood there silently you were also silently sipping on your drink, your conversation with Commission Five only over a few moments ago. As you continued to sip though, you could feel yourself getting a bit warm. Was it the heat or the alcohol? You didn't know, maybe it was a bit of both. Even in November, Dallas heat was still Dallas heat. Taking off your jacket you placed it on the back of your chair before placing your arms on the cool tabletop. As you placed your arms on the table, out of the corner of his eye Commission Five noticed something on your arm. Carefully, he reached his hand out and lightly brushed the red spot on your arm. Even the lightest touch though sent a shot of pain through your arm causing you to pull it back quickly. Your boyfriend, noticing this sudden action from across the room, quickly rushed back over with Luther following close behind.

"What did you do to her?" He demanded angrily

"Nothing!" Commission Five quickly replied, "You think I would hurt her?"

"I don't know. The word of a hitman doesn't seem reliable to me." Academy Five critiques

"But you were a hitman two weeks ago." Luther comments

"Irrelevant." Academy Five retorts

Ignoring the conflict between the two, you looked at the wound on your arm. It wasn't huge but even cauterized it still didn't look good. As your boyfriend kept his eyes trained on Commission Five you added,

"Five, he didn't do this."

This? Five turned his gaze away from himself and towards you. His eyes went wide as he finally noticed your injury. Sitting down in his seat he carefully grabs your hand and brings your arm closer to him. Gently, he ran his fingers over the wound causing you to wince slightly. His anger morphed into concern as he saw your pained reaction. Looking at the injury once more he recognized him exactly what it was. In a worried tone, Five said,

"Darling, this looks like it came from a gunshot."

Hearing those words Commission Five leaned in to get a better look at the injury. It didn't take long for him to agree that it came from a gun but he wouldn't agree out loud with the little twerp about that.

"It just grazed me, I'm fine." You quickly explained, "And anyway I cauterized it."

"So it is a gunshot wound." Commission Five commented

Your eyes went wide. In your haste to try and make everyone less worried by saying you were fine, you instead just admitted to being shot. In front of both Fives. Instead of saying any more you opted for silence and bit your tongue. Through that silence though the wheels started turning in the heads of the Fives. You watched as their eyes started to widen and the mix of concern and anger spread over their faces.

"How did this happen?" Commission Five asked frantically

"Who did this to you?!" Academy Five demanded

You weren't getting out of this, were you? This was not going to go over well. Taking a deep breath, you let it out before starting to explain,

"Well that's a funny story...you see when I went out to look for Charlie, I actually got drugged and kidnapped by Lila."

"You were kidnapped by Lila?!" Five exclaimed

"Yeah, I got taken to the Commission isn't that crazy?" You try to joke nervously

"You were taken to the Commission?" Commission Five questioned alarmed

"I was and I had the displeasure of meeting your boss, The Handler." You stated

"YOU MET THE HANDLER?!" Both Fives shout

You could see the negative look on both of their faces. Nobody wanted to be in the situation you were in now but if they were going to find out then you might as well be honest with the two of them. Letting go of your reservations to not draw their concern you explain,

"I did and she's really cocky, not as smart as she thinks she is, and is totally jealous of the fact that I'm dating you. Like she tried to insinuate that you and she slept together."

Disgust filled the expressions of both Fives. How dare that even be a thought in the handler's mind. Neither Five liked the Commission and even more so did they hate working under her. That woman was insane. Repulsed by even the thought of her statement to you, Commission Five quickly replied,

"What? Absolutely not."

"I would say unbelievable but that sounds just like something she would pull. And per usual she is 100% lying." Academy Five added annoyed

"Yeah, she seemed like a manipulative bitch, but I knew she was bullshitting it. I don't think she likes me very much though. I made her pretty mad and she threatened to kill me." You reply nonchalantly

"She threatened your life?" Commission Five questioned

"(Y/N), I swear if she so much as laid a hand on you-" Your boyfriend threatened

You didn't know what to tell him. Obviously, she had laid a hand on you when she grabbed your face but if you told him so you had no clue how he would react. With your silence, you had said all that Five needed to hear. In a low tone, he stated,

"Her time is running out. I'm going to make sure of it."

There was something about the look in his eyes when he said that, that made you go quiet for a moment. You had seen many different emotions cross it before but this was different. It wasn't quite anger, nor concern. No, it was...intent. This wasn't just a promise of her demise, it was a guarantee.

"Sorry to interrupt but you still haven't explained how you got that," Luther said, breaking the silence

"Oh right! So I escaped and then I blew up someplace called the tube room because it looked important and so they sent security to stop me. And I was surrounded, right? So I committed a massacre and killed all of them. Like I turned that white marble red. Total blood bath. Anyway, one of them wasn't fully dead so they shot at me and it grazed my arm, so I went back and I pulled out his beating heart. And now I'm here, with you guys!"

"I feel like there's a lot more missing from that statement and yet there is already so much to unpack," Luther comments openly

The table goes quiet for a moment. The two Fives look towards you before looking back at each other, and for the first time, you think they might actually be on the same page. Maybe even with their paradox psychosis, your story could bring them together. Your hope for that fades though when Commission Five accuses,

"This is all your fault. How could you let her get hurt?"

"My fault? You haven't broken your contract yet. You're still working for the group that hurt her!" Academy Five remarks

"I'm not the one who let her out of my sight so she could get kidnapped." Commission Five replies

"Well, you could've killed The Handler long before any of this happened." Academy Five retorted

"So could you!" Commission Five exclaims

Bar patrons looked over towards your table once more and with your tolerance level starting to go down again you decided it was time to wrap things up here. Slamming your drink back you place the finished cup upside down on the table before standing up. The two Fives cease their bickering for a moment to look up at you as you start to talk,

"I understand that we have a lot of feelings given the current situation. But this constant fighting in public is getting ridiculous."

"JFK is gonna be at that grassy knoll in an hour and I want to see history happen so I can brag to my friends when I get finally home. Because I will be getting home." You emphasized "Now, someone at this table is gonna make that happen for me. So if any of the idiots at this table have any desire to keep me happy then let's get a move on."

With your speech finished you turned away from the table and walked out the door. There was no need to deal with them much longer as you had more important things to deal with than whose fault it was that you got a boo-boo from a gun. You had been through worse. With you out of sight, the three guys were left at the table alone.

Without saying a word, Luther quickly stood up and walked away from the table as well. He knew better than to do anything to upset you. You had already been mad at him once and after hearing about your massacre at the commission he did not want to see what your full extend of anger was. With Luther gone, the two Fives were the only ones left at the table. Neither said anything but the animosity was still palpable and was only growing. Silently, the two of them got up from their seats and walked over to the door you had exited from not making eye contact with each other. Academy Five could feel his frustration brewing as he looked at the people around him. They were all judging him. If he could fight them all he would but there was no time. Looking around the Fives found you leaning against the wall outside the pub with Luther standing by, an uncomfortable smile on his face. Looking at the duo you questioned,

"You two idiots ready to go?"

Both Fives nodded. Standing up from the wall you made your way over to where they stood.

"Alright, I'm ready to see the president and then go home. Who's leading the way?" You ask

"He will." your boyfriend says shoving past Commission Five "I'll walk with you."

Five takes your hand in his, placing a gentle kiss on the top of it before bringing it back down to his side and holding it tightly. Turning back towards his older-looking self, He gave him a cocky smile as if trying to make him jealous of the two of you. and from the annoyed reaction on Commission Five's face, it was working. To rub salt even more into the wound Academy Five suggested mockingly,

"We better get a move on. Don't want to disappoint the lady now do we?"

Commission Five almost started to vibrate with anger at his words. That's it, this little shit wasn't making it out alive. He was a deformed mutant copy that needed to be eradicated. There was a chance you would be upset but in the end, he would be doing you a favor by removing this asshole from your life. Turning around, Commission Five started to walk away from the group with his two briefcases in hand. Calling behind him, he commanded,

"C'mon Luther."

Luther looked at you and Five before jogging a bit to catch up with the old man. Hands still interlocked the two of you started to follow behind, a bit of distance between you and the pair in front of you. You could feel the accumulation of sweat on your boyfriend's hand as you held it. It was honestly a bit gross how much sweat there was. You couldn't blame him for feeling the symptoms of something out of his control, but you wanted to get this plan over with. As the group walked onwards towards the grassy knoll you couldn't help but feel like you had forgotten something. It couldn't be something too important because then you would remember immediately but it still bothered you enough that you wanted to remember. As the four of you approached a staircase leading to a bridge, you finally recalled what you had forgotten. Your jacket. Remembering that you left it back at the pub you stopped in your tracks. Confused, Five turned to look at you.

"I forgot my jacket at the bar, I'm gonna go back to get it, alright?" You state "Try to stay calm and don't get into anything stupid with yourself while I'm gone."

"Don't worry I am completely sound of mind." Five responded as he frantically scratched himself

"I don't believe that." You reply monotonously and concerned "and I am now going to make this as fast as possible solely because that was your response."

Turning around you started making your way back to the bar as fast as you could. You knew that it was risky to leave the two Fives with each other given how incompetent Luther was about the situation but you hoped that they could at least stay calm for the few minutes you would be gone. Five watched you run away before turning around and following Luther and Commission Five up the step of the bridge. Up ahead Commission Five and Luther walked side by side, their voices low as they spoke on the plan they had formed in the bathroom of the bar.

"All right, just be cool till I finish the job on the grassy knoll. We'll get the time math and I'll ice the squirt." Commission Five explained

"I still don't think it's a good idea. (Y/N) will lose her shit and I'm really not feeling this plan after she admitted to committing a massacre and ripping someone's heart out you know? My self-preservation is kicking in." Luther comments concerned

"Listen, I told (Y/N) I'd think about the plan that the little shit presented. I thought about it, and I believe ours is better. He's too reckless for her." Commission Five elaborated

"Uh, okay...I just wish there was another way, you know?" Luther replies

"There isn't. Look at him." Commission Five suggests

As they continue to walk, the two look over their shoulders at the younger-looking version of Five. Irritable and constantly scratching himself, he yelled from afar.

"What are you looking at? See something funny?"

"Worst case of paradox psychosis I've ever seen." Commission Five commented with a shake of his head

Luther continued to stare at the version of his brother that had returned in 2019. Sure he was acting wild but was it really so bad that he deserved death? And what about you? He knew for sure that this was probably not your desired outcome for this scenario. Noticing the sad look on Luther's face, Commission Five questioned,

"What's wrong?"

"Well, I feel bad for him. And (Y/N)." Luther whispers

"Mind your business! Or I'll give you something to stare at." Academy Five shouts from behind the duo

"He's just a little guy. And she only got him back recently. I mean they've only been together for like a week and a half in total." Luther continues

"Everybody's a little guy to you. You look like King Kong and the Hitler Youth had a baby." Commission Five replies "And listen I understand your concerns but this is the best option. In the long run, everyone will be happier without him. (Y/N) included."

"You wish you could pull off these shorts!" Academy Five yelled

Luther looked back at the version of Five behind him. The more he saw that version going off the rails the more he believed in Commission Five's plan. And although he was becoming more and more convinced that this was the best solution something just felt off to him. Commission Five was Five and Five loved you but killing the version that you're dating? It still didn't feel right no matter how much he agreed with the rest of the plan. Unsure of things, Luther tried to get reassurance from Commission Five by questioning,

"I know I keep asking but are you sure? I really don't feel like this is the best plan for (Y/N)."

"Don't worry I am completely sound of mind. And right now I believe this is the best plan. I'm her best friend, I would know." Commission Five answers "Now Luther, I don't have time for you to tuck and squeeze here. Can I count on you to keep him under control?

"Yeah, I'll do my best, yeah," Luther responds

"All right." Commission Five replies

As they neared the end of the bridge Commission Five started to walk ahead while Luther waited behind for Academy Five. Putting on a nervous smile, he let out an awkward chuckle as he fiddled with the back of his jacket.

"Hey, brother. How you doing?" He asked tensely

Academy Five could see through his brother's facade. He wasn't here to be a spotter anymore, he was just taking the direction of the person who looked like they had the most authority. As they walked together down the stairs on the other side of the bridge Five comments,

"He's gonna kill me, isn't he?"

"What? What, him? He's gonna kill you? Yeah, right. That's ridiculous." Luther answers, his upbeat tone making his lies more evident

"You know, you're a terrible liar, Luther. You're a worse liar than you are a spotter." Five angrily whispered

"Okay, who's fault is that? What good is having a spotter if you won't even listen to him?" Luther remarked back

"So you admit you're conspiring against me?" Academy Five questioned

"Do you admit that you're suffering from paradox psychosis?" Luther retorts

"All I'm suffering from is bracing clarity about you and your murderous intentions." Five states firmly

"Look, it's not like he's gonna kill you kill you. He just wants to kill a, um...version of you." Luther tries to rationalize before walking away

Five couldn't believe that Luther was alright with killing him. He was the brother that came back. He was the one who was trying to keep everyone safe from the apocalypse he lived through. He's the one who has been trying to make sure everyone got home. Sure, Luther had proven himself over and over again to be prone to making poor decisions when confronted with a higher authority but could his pea brain not comprehend any complex thought on the situation? Was it really that difficult for him to expend energy on his critical thinking skills? Trying to catch up to Luther, Five loudly reminds,

"But I am that version of me!"

"Hey, I don't love it, either, but he's actually got a pretty good plan." Luther states

"What? The one where you guys off me and then jump to 2019 to save the world?" Five remarks sarcastically

"Yeah, wait, how did you know that?" Luther questioned confused

"Because I'm him, and that is exactly what I would do if I were trying to kill me!" Five explains

"Okay, all I know is we've got one Five too many, and you're the one acting like a maniac." Luther remarks

"Maniac? Luther, you have seen nothing." Five retorts angrily, jumping at his brother "If you want a maniac, I will show you maniac."

Luther retreated slightly away from the feral teen. Maybe, just maybe, Five was bluffing but the manic look in his eyes coupled with his erratic body movements amongst other things said otherwise. Luther could tell, that Five was not doing well. As Five walked away from him Luther followed quickly behind. Luther was done trying to rationalize with the teen. As he caught up to him Luther reprimanded,

"Okay, as your spotter, I think the best thing I can do for you right now is put you out of your misery."

Five scoffed in response. Luther was unbelievable. Turning around to face the giant man, Five grabbed him by the shoulders so the two of them faced each other.

"Okay, Luther, listen." Five starts to explain "I know your feeble mind only responds to age and authority, so listen very closely. Yet again, you are experiencing daddy issues, this time with your own brother, which honestly is making me a bit crazy. But remember this: I'm 14 days older than him. I have seniority here. So it is me you should be listening to, Luther."

Five pauses to look at Luther. He felt like he was going insane due to his brother's deep-rooted daddy issues. Feeling like he was going to burst Five exclaimed loudly,

"I'M THE DADDY HERE!"

Luther noticed as the people walking by stared at him as if he was the parent to an misbehaved child. With a forced laugh, he tried to ease the awkwardness of the situation. Looking around as the people passed he put on a smile and said,

"How's it going?"

With the bypassers starting to look away, Luther bent down and took Five by the shoulders. Forcing him to walk forward he quietly criticized,

"Five, please, you're being unseemly. Look at you."

"I admit there is a possibility that I may not be in my fully...right mind right now." Five admits

"Okay, good," Luther replies

"But whatever I've got, he's got it too." Five commented pointing towards the other one

"You two quit grab-assing. We're here." Commission Five called from in front of them

Slowly the two of them followed behind into some type of fenced-off parking lot. Standing from afar they watched as Commission Five placed down the two briefcases he was carrying. As he bends over the sound of gas being passed came from the direction he stood. Luther stood there shocked as he recalled,

"Flatulence. Stage four."

A smirk appeared on Academy Five's face. All this time Luther refused to believe that Commission Five was also suffering from paradox psychosis. He was the older and more rational one to Luther but now he was fully exposed as suffering from psychosis. The daddy issues really ran deep in him, didn't they? Clasping his hands together, Academy Five leaned forward towards Luther. With the cocky smirk still on his face, Five sarcastically questioned,

"See? What's your plan now, bucko?"

Luther did not have a plan anymore. Both Fives were suffering from psychosis and neither could be trusted to make rational decisions. Looking back at the smaller of the two confused, Luther once again hears flatulence this time coming from the Five in front of him. Looking back towards Luther, Five quickly denies,

"That was just lunch, all right? Shut up."

Five walked away from Luther, trying to prevent any oncoming psychosis accusations from him. Taking a look around the area he tried to spot you, hoping you were somewhere close by, but it was to no avail. Glancing over towards his Commission self, he thought about the plan that he and Luther came up with. Was that man truly so jealous that he felt murder was the only option? Or was it because he felt that Academy Five wasn't good enough for you? Either reason was plausible and both infuriated Academy Five beyond belief. He was not going to have you lose him ever again. That briefcase was his and you all were going to go home, ALIVE. Once again by his brother's side, he saw the briefcase in the distance unattended as Commission Five started to put his gun together. His blood boiled and his head started to twitch unnaturally as he stared at the item.

"Look. The briefcase." He whispered

"No, don't. You won't be able to get there in time." Luther remarked, his voice low

His eyes started to blink rapidly as his breathing became shaky. He needed to get that briefcase and he needed to do it now.

"Of course I will. This is our only chance." Five explained

"Hey, uh, just remind me what was the final stage of paradox psychosis again?" Luther questioned

"Homicidal rage." Five stated flatly

"Right." Luther said upbeat before realizing the answer and taking on a concerned tone "That's great."

Five couldn't wait much longer. He had the opportunity to get everyone home and he was going to go for it. Crouching, he slowly started making his way towards the briefcase. As he started to make his way over Luther protested,

"Five, listen to me. I...No. No!"

Instead of listening though Five continued to move towards the case. Using the reflection of the scope on his gun Commission Five, could see his counterpart's every move. Waiting for the time to strike he watched as Academy Five took off in a run before spatial jumping to get to him. Reacting equally, Commission Five spatial jumped back towards where Luther stood. Holding the gun up he aimed it at the teen's head as he remarked,

"Bad idea, shit-heel."

Frustrated by the situation at hand, Luther marched over towards Commission Five and grabbed the gun out of his hands. Directing his attention towards both Fives he scolded,

"Stop it! All right? The both of you. Pull it together. Now, Kennedy is gonna be coming around that corner any minute. Okay? So, everyone, let's just take a deep breath."

Taking a deep breath, Luther looked towards the two Fives waiting for them to follow. Both shakily inhaled and exhaled as they stared the giant man down. With both Fives standing silent Luther continued,

"Now, we're all family here, okay? So can we all just try to get along for a few more minutes?"

The two Fives looked at Luther for a second and if they were ever going to agree on something besides you, it was this. Looking towards his commission version, Five asked,

"You want it?"

"Go ahead." Commission Five responds

"What's that?" Luther questions

Without saying a work Academy Five kicks his leg up nailing Luther right in the crotch. A rush of pain floods through him as he drops to his knees unable to move.

"Shit..." Luther groans

"Now..." Commission Five starts

"Where were we?" Academy Five finishes as he adjusts his jacket

The two Fives start to spatial jump about the place, each trying to beat the life out of the other. Homicidal rage had taken over and there was nothing to stop them at this point. Each Five with their own goals in mind, fought the other trying to gain the upper hand in the situation. As they fought you were on your way back from retrieving your jacket. Getting closer to the staircase where you and your boyfriend had parted you got a bad feeling in your gut. It wasn't just an intuition feeling though, it was a physical feeling. There was a disturbance large enough nearby that you could feel it like a jab in your stomach. Your eyes shot wide as you realized there was only one way that molecules in this area were being disturbed so much you could sense from afar.

"Five." You said to yourself

Picking up your speed you started running up the stairs and across the bridge following the direction of the disturbance. Running down the flight of stairs on the other side you noticed the multiple flashes of blue light. Following the display of lights, you found yourself in a fenced-off parking lot. From where you stood you watched as the two Fives jumped around the place each trying to cause harm to the other. As they flashed into existence one more you saw as Commission Five nailed a punch directly to your boyfriend's face. Sucking in air through your teeth you comment,

"That's gotta hurt."

The two jumped around the lot a bit more but in a second's time, your boyfriend landed an equivalent punch to Commission Five's face. Throwing him off his rhythm, Academy Five followed his punch with a kick to the chest sending Commission Five back a bit. A grimace rose to your face as you continued to see the battle go down. Luther on the other hand was finally starting to recover from his pain. As the two Five flashed on either side of him, he stood up a little taller and tried to reason,

"Would you please..."

It was useless though. Neither of them stopped to listen, instead, they both kicked Luther in the gut at the same time before flashing away one more. Filling with rage, Luther yelled at the two,

"Hey! I'm getting really sick of this!"

Realizing the violence was now starting to extend to people besides each other, you started to cautiously make your way from the parking lot entrance towards the corner they were located. The two Fives flashed into existence once more. Breathing heavily, they stared each other down, the homicidal rage still lingering in their eyes.

"Getting tired yet?" Commission Five mocked

"I can do this all day." Academy Five remarked

"Guys, this has to stop." Luther tries to interject

"Eat shit, Ape Man." Both Five retorts

The two Fives run and jump at each other, causing a giant explosion of energy, sending them back onto the ground, and causing you to drop to your knees. The force of the explosion shocked your system and felt as if someone had speared you right through your abdomen. As you looked down at the ground, taking a few deep breaths, Luther had picked up Commission Five's gun. Pointing it between the two Fives as they laid on the ground, he angrily explained,

"Hey! Assholes! I'm done listening to you both. I'm in charge now."

With wide eyes to two quickly rose to their feet. Pointing in the direction of Academy Five, Commission Five commanded,

"Now, Luther! Shoot him!"

"No! Luther, shoot him!" Academy Five replied, pointing back

"Shoot him!" Commission Five emphasized

"No, Luther, shoot him." Academy Five retorted

As the pain started to subside you looked up from your spot on the ground towards the group not too far ahead of you. With the world coming back into focus, and the words that they were saying becoming clearer, your eyes went wide. You watched as Luther moved the gun back and forth to point at each Five, both of which were demanding the other be shot dead. This couldn't happen, there would be a horrible outcome either way and yet you were frozen in place. As Luther stood with the gun ready to shoot Commission Five continued to demand,

"Luther, shoot him!"

Slowly, Luther pointed the gun towards Academy Five. Looking back at his brother his eyes were wide with shock and fear. He couldn't be shot, this couldn't be how it ended. At the hands of his daddy issues ridden brother, and a manic version of himself whose only authority was he looked his age? No. Five looked between Luther and the Commission version of himself pleading,

"Luther, shoot him."

"Now, Luther!" Commission Five exclaimed

"Luther..." Academy Five begged

You could hear the desperation in your boyfriend's voice as he tried to get his brother to point the gun away from him. The saddened and fearful look on his face gave you the push you needed to snap out of your shock at the situation. You were not losing anyone today, but especially not your best friend. As you started to stand you could quietly hear from afar Luther say,

"I'm sorry, buddy."

"NO!" You shouted

The world around you started to feel like it was going in slow motion as you ran towards the group before transporting your molecules from behind Luther to in front of them. Raising your hand as you reappeared you forced the barrel of the gun up towards the sky. The force of the movement caused Luther's finger to slip and accidentally hit the trigger sending a shot up high and causing you to fall back onto the ground due to the recoil. Hitting the ground, you could hear the echoes of the gunshot as the world returned to normal speed. Realizing what had just occurred both Fives' eyes went wide with panic. Quickly rushing towards you, they called out,

"(Y/N)!"

Hearing your name, you sat up from the ground and look between the two Fives kneeling at your sides. The sound of the gun sent a panic through both of them as they looked you over for injuries. The last thing either of them wanted was for you to be hurt. As you looked between the two you could see the fear in their eyes. The last thing they wanted was for you to get hurt again

"Are you okay?" Commission Five asked, panic evident in his tone

"Are you in pain?" Academy Five questioned concerned

"Guys, I'm fine." You responded

All you had done was fall down and you had probably taken worse falls before so you were sure you would be fine. The two Fives looked over you once more before turning their attention to each other.

"This wouldn't have happened if you didn't bring that gun!" Academy Five yelled

"No! This wouldn't have happened if you didn't jump back in time!" Commission Five shouts back

"I saved her from dying in the apocalypse." Academy Five exclaimed

"Yeah well you didn't save the world she lived in, now did you?!" Commission Five remarked

"AHHHH!" Academy Five screamed as decked Commission Five in the face

Jumping over your legs, he tacked Commission Five to the ground. Standing up, you brushed the dirt off of your pants and witnessed as the two Fives rolled around on the ground shouting and fighting with each other. As you stood there watching them fight each other you realized they weren't going to listen to you if you were even relatively okay. And even if you tried stopping their fighting forcefully, and explaining what you wanted to happen, they still were so enraged with each other that they weren't even thinking about anything other than killing each other. The only time that it seemed like the real Five cut through their psychosis was when they were concerned about your wellbeing. And then it clicked. If you wanted them to truly listen to you, you couldn't be working towards the end goal you desired, they had to work towards what would make you happy. Or at least they had to believe they were doing so. You had to go to the extreme opposite of what they wanted. You needed to be sad.

Acting wasn't quite your specialty but you had helped Addison rehearse lines enough times that you had an adequate grasp on how the look and sound of different emotions were. Taking some short heavy breaths you started to mimic the sound of sniffling as you used your powers to collect water molecules from the air forming fake tears in your eyes. Taking a deep breath you hoped that this would be convincing enough for the two Fives. Letting the breath go you started to sob aggressively. Immediately, both Fives stopped fighting and sprung to their feet, quickly making their way back to you. Taking your face in his hands, your boyfriend asks,

"Mon chérie, what's wrong?"

"Did I do something wrong?" You cried

"What do you mean?" Your boyfriend questioned

"You could never do anything wrong!" Commission Five tried to comfort

Turning your attention specifically to Commission Five you lean more into your "sadness". Letting out a loud wail you collect more water by your eyes to make it seem like you're crying harder. Looking up at him with your face drenched in tears you exclaim,

"N-no I had to do something wrong! I had to do something for you not to like me anymore!"

"Not like you? You're my best friend." Commission Five tries to explain

"Then w-why won't you h-help me get home?" You stuttered "I don't belong here and if w-w-we stay we're all going to d-die in a nuclear apocalypse!"

"I- uh- I-" Commission Five

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" You wail

Worried that the lack of genuine sadness might begin to show, you threw your face into your hands and let out exaggerated sobs. Luther and Academy Five looked between your small sobbing figure and the old version of Five who looked like he was at a loss for words. Commission Five couldn't let you die, his whole purpose for surviving through the apocalypse was to make sure that you didn't die, and he wasn't going to go back on that now. Placing his hands on your shoulders he calmly says,

"You're not going to die. I'm going to make sure you get home."

Lifting your head from your hands you wipe your eyes as you start to sniffle more quietly.

"You will?" You ask softly "You'll give us the briefcase and go to 2019 so I can get home?"

"I will." Commission Five affirmed

You nodded your head at him before turning around and looking towards your boyfriend.

"Five! Open the portal!" You commanded

Five blinked a few times as his brain tried to get up to speed but once he knew what was going on he responded,

"Right."

Within seconds blue energy started to whir as he opened a portal through time back to the day of the funeral in 2019. Feeling the emerging disturbance grow as the portal became larger and larger you did what Charlie had instructed you to do all those years ago. Instead of fighting the energy that coursed through you embraced it having it flow in and out through you like a cycle.

"Into the vortex you go, asshole." Academy Five shouted from afar

Commission Five didn't respond and instead looked at you. Giving a nod of your head you extended a hand out towards him. With the briefcase in one hand, he took yours in his other as you walked him towards the vortex. Commission Five took a step in front of you as he stared into his literal future. He would be reunited with his siblings. He had the information on what causes the apocalypse and could easily stop it. And...he was going to see you again. But a you that hadn't seen him since he left. One that he didn't know if they would love them. Commission Five's heart started to race as he panicked about the different possibilities of what could happen when he arrived in 2019. Turning around to face you, you noticed a worried expression on his face.

"I can't do it. What if something's changed." He stated

"What do you mean?" You asked confused

"What if something's changed and this (Y/N) doesn't love me?" Commission Five asked concerned

"Impossible." You replied

"Is it? Maybe Tiger Beat over there just got lucky." Commission Five suggested, anxiety lacing his voice

"In all honestly, with everything he did he should've failed. Any other person would have failed, but I love him so much that it didn't matter." You explain "And the same will go for you."

"But what do I do?"

"Be honest, be her best friend, and love her as you always have." You respond softly "And when the time is right, you feel the pieces fall into place."

Five looked towards you and gave you a smile which you returned. Your words comforted him and maybe things wouldn't be so bad. Looking around at the group Commission Five commented,

"All right...I guess this is it."

"This is it. Go." Academy Five demanded

You looked at Commission Five and rolled your eyes, eliciting a small laugh from him. Turning your head to face your boyfriend, you replied,

"Be nice. You were in his place two weeks ago. Can't you at least give him some advice?"

"She'll show up when you feel like the conversation with your siblings is over." Academy Five said with an annoyed sigh

As he finished his statement, a fire extinguisher flew out from the portal, passing you and Commission Five, and instead hit Luther in the head knocking him to the ground. The rest of you stared on in shock at what had just happened. As Academy Five, focused more on his brother though, the portal started to shrink. Looking up from the ground Luther could see what was happening with the portal and shouted,

"Five! It's shrinking!"

"You need to go, NOW." Academy Five yelled

Seeing the situation going on Commission Five wrapped you in a tight hug as he attempted a goodbye. The goodbye that he never got the last time he left you.

"Thank you, (Y/N)." he whispered "You're my best friend and I don't know how I could go on without you."

The two of you pulled back from the hug. Giving him one more smile, you gestured to the vortex as you replied,

"Don't give these words to me. Give them to her."

Seeing the portal continue to shrink and Commission Five standing still in the 1960s, Luther started to panic. Quickly getting off the ground he rushed over to where the two of you stood and kicked a leg up to push him into the portal before it closed. You watched as he fell back into the portal of blue. His arm started to reach out, trying to hand you the briefcase as he yelled,

"Wait!"

It was too late though. Luther had pushed him through the portal and it closed. All that was left was half of a now-defunct briefcase. You looked towards the only Five left, your Five, and saw the shocked look on his face. With his eyes wide and his jaw dropped you could only imagine that his reaction mirrored that of your own. From behind you, Luther cheered,

"We did it!"

"The briefcase, you idiot." Five mumbled as he walked past him

"What?" Luther questioned before looking at the ground and seeing the wrecked case

Five angrily paced around. What were you all going to do now? That was the hail mary. That was the last-ditch effort. You all were stuck here due to Luther's incompetence. Five shot Luther a nasty glare to which he responded,

"Hey, you know what? A thank-you for preserving your existence would be nice."

"A thank-you." Five scoffed

While the two brothers argued, you were still frozen in place. You hadn't moved from where you were when the portal had closed. Just seconds ago you were going to go home and now...you had nothing. As you stared at the charred briefcase on the ground you whispered to yourself,

"He was just about to leave on his own..."

From the background, the sound of the radio breaks through as the announcer details the arrival of President Kennedy. Realizing he'd be here any minute Five rushes over to the fence where Kennedy would be passing by, calling you and Luther in the process.

"(Y/N)! Luther! Here he comes!" He shouts

Luther and you rush towards the fence and stand on either side of Five. Being too short to see over the top you opted to become invisible and stand on the other side of it. You crossed your arms and leaned against the fence as you looked around at the crowds of people. All of them standing and waiting to catch a glimpse of the president on this historic day. When you first came to the 60s you wondered if you were going to get to see the assassination of JFK, you honestly did not want nor expect to be in this time that long but now here you were. As Luther looked over the fence he could spot Sir Hargreeves in the distance standing on the grassy knoll. Tapping Five to get his attention he pointed out,

"Look, there's Dad. What do we do?"

Five wasn't paying attention to his dad though. From across the street, a figure could be seen sprinting towards the grassy knoll.

"Oh, shit." Five commented

"Diego." You replied

The three of you watched as Diego ran across the street and towards what looked like Sir. Hargreeves. Approaching the figure, Diego tackled him to the ground. He had done it, he stopped his dad and saved Kennedy! And then, the hat of the man fell off, and looking back at him was a man who was not his father. His eyes went wide with shock as the man who now laid tackled to the ground laughed in Diego's face. From behind him, multiple gunshots could be heard as the crowd yelled in fear. Leaning down to the man on the ground he grabbed him buy his jacket and demanded,

"Where is he!"

Pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket he held it out towards Diego, who snatched it from the man's hand. Opening it up all the letter read was

Told you so...

A tear ran down Diego's face as he realized he had failed. As people ran off in all directions trying to escape Dealey Plaza, you all stood in place, disbelief and shock on your faces. You knew that history was going to happen. Hearing about it was one thing but seeing it so close, was another. After the shock wore off you realized that you all needed to get out of here, it didn't look right for people to still be standing around after the president was just shot. Walking back through the fence, you made yourself visible again as you emphasized,

"We need to get Diego and get out of here."

"How are we going to do this?" Luther asked

"You two stay here and figure out a place to go to lay low. I'll get Diego." You responded

Turning invisible once more you went through the fence again and rushed over to Diego. You saw as he stood frozen in place unable to move due to his failure to save the president. Grabbing his hand you said urgently,

"Diego we need to go."

Diego shook his head a little coming out of his trance and looked around for the voice who had called to him. If only he could see you roll your eyes at his stupidity.

"Diego, it's me. We need to go." You repeated as you started to drag him along behind you

Running towards the fence you found the spot where it had stopped and rounded the corner to meet back up with Luther and Five. Becoming visible on more you asked them,

"What's the plan?"

"We're going to head back to Elliott's. It's the only place we really have at the moment." Five explained

"Let's go then." Diego replied

The four of you took off running down the back streets of Dallas towards Elliott's place, trying your best not to be spotted by anyone. As you made it to the alley you all arrived in when you first came to the 60s, you rushed in through the back door of Elliott's place shutting it quickly behind you. Entering the building you saw Vanya, Klaus and Allison sitting around the living room. A solemn silence loomed in the air as you all stood there, the world falling apart even if the nuclear apocalypse had been avoided. There was something missing though. You watched as Klaus gave the group a far off look before getting up from his spot on he couch. The group watched as he walked without purpose towards the back bedroom. And that's when it hit you. Ben wasn't here. Following Klaus down the hall you quietly called out,

"Klaus, where's Ben?"

Slowly he turned to look at you, a far off look in his eyes. Oh, (Y/N). Sweet, sweet (Y/N). Still caring about this family of fuck-ups even after everything that had happened. It was in Klaus' instinct to lie. Lying caused him a lot less trouble most of the time but with the concerned look on your face, he couldn't lie to you. Even after all these years he still remembered the kindness you gave him as a child. He remembered the birthday gifts you gave him when you were all thirteen and times were simpler. He remembered the times where you would secretly join him in the mausoleum and hold him to protect him from the ghosts. He remembered you, his friend, his family. After all that you had done for him, it would be doing you a disservice to lie.

"Someone had to stop Vanya from blowing up the FBI building..." Klaus responded quietly

Your concerned expression morphed into one of sadness. He was gone and this time he wasn't coming back. Looking back towards Klaus you said,

"But we didn't get to say goodbye..."

"It must be a family curse. None of us ever get a proper goodbye." Klaus responded sadly "People just disappear..."

You looked down towards the floor, not at anything in particular but you knew if you looked Klaus in the eyes that you wouldn't be able to hold yourself together much. The pain of losing a friend again weighted heavy on you. Seeing your saddened reaction Klaus tried his best to make things easier for you. Attempting to put on a cheerier tone he mentioned,

"If it makes you feel any better, he always loved you most. He'd still talk about you even years after his death."

A slight smile briefly came to your face. You were happy that you had left such an impact but...you never got to talk to him about that. Instead of trying to find the words to speak you instead took a step forward and threw your arms around Klaus. Wrapping his arms back around you, the two of you stood in a silent embrace each of you quietly reassuring each other that things would be okay, even when they weren't. Stepping back from the hug, Klaus placed his hands on your shoulders as he said,

"I just need a minute."

You gave him a small nod and turned to walk away. As you made your way back towards the kitchen and living room you noticed that no one was there. Looking over the balcony you saw that the rest of the group was downstairs and headed down. When you got there you stood on the bottom step in between where Five and Diego were, your attention now focused on the TV broadcast the group was watching.

"Authorities are asking for help identifying several persons of interest at Dealey Plaza at the time of the assassination. The FBI believes they may have been acting in concert with the alleged shooter, Lee Harvey Oswald. Vanya Hargreeves, wanted in connection with the deaths of several FBI agents inside the federal building at Dealey Plaza. A Cuban exile known only as Diego..." The TV announcer started

"Cuban?" You and Diego questioned at the same time

"Who recently escaped from the Holbrook Sanitarium. A bare-knuckle boxer with suspected Mafia ties who fights under the alias ''King Kong''. Allison Chestnut, a Negro radical responsible for instigating and organizing the recent riots at Stadtler's lunch counter. And finally, Klaus, the controversial cult leader and known tax evader. The FBI is asking the public to be on the lookout for this unidentified boy, who they believe is being held hostage by the suspected terrorist network." The announcer finished

"Well, it's true. I do feel like I'm being held hostage most days." Five remarked sarcastically

"God, I hate that photo." Diego commented

"They're saying I instigated the riot?" Allison scoffed "That's unbelievable."

"Look, the good news is that we restored the timeline and we stopped doomsday." Luther states

"Yeah, a bunch of real goddamn heroes. We let Kennedy die." Diego retorts

"Yeah, and now we're officially the most wanted people in the world. The FBI is after us, the Dallas police, the Secret Service. It's only a matter of time before they hunt us down here." Allison interjects

"Well, where are we supposed to go?" Vanya questions

"I have this yurt just outside Reykjavik. We could totally lay low there. Folks there are a little weird, but lovely." Klaus suggests as he comes down the stairs

Passing by you he walks to stand near Vanya. It was still weird not seeing Ben standing by him or at least somewhere in the place.

"Hey, numbnuts. Hiding's not gonna make a difference here. The Commission will hunt us down wherever and whenever we go." Five reminds

"He's right. They'll never stop." Diego agrees

Five looked over towards Diego and narrowed his eyes. What was he talking about?

"I'm sorry, since when are you an expert on the Commission?" Five inquired

"Since I got back from there." Diego stated

"What?" Five asked confused

"Yeah, they headhunted me, offered me a job. Full time with benefits, which I had to turn down."

"Uh, as my brother I would hope you'd turn it down." You interjected "They drugged and kidnapped me."

"They headhunted you," Five chuckles "the village idiot?"

"What, am I not allowed to be headhunted? Only the almighty Five needs to be in demand?" Diego retorted

As Diego and Five started to bicker the rest of the group started to become annoyed at the scene unfolding. Rolling their eyes and taking steps away from the two, you all hoped that they would shut up soon. You especially. The Hargreeves were being tracked by every type of law enforcement in this nation on top of being hunted by a group of time assassins led by a psychotic megalomaniac.

"Diego, you're not Commission material, all right? Got an obstinate nature to ya." Five comments

"Who do you think it was that figured out Vanya was the one that causes doomsday and stopped it?" Diego asked rhetorically

"Hey!" Klaus exclaims from the other staircase

You didn't know if he knew Ben stopped Vanya or not, but even if he didn't know that Ben was the one to actually stop the apocalypse it still was incredibly selfish to take the credit for it. Ignoring the looks that the rest of his siblings were giving him Diego got up in Five's face and continued,

"Me. That's who. I figured it all out on the Infinite Switchboard."

"You were on the Infinite Switchboard?" Five asked

"Hell, yeah. I made that machine my bitch."

Five scoffed and looked away from Diego. There's no way he was able to work the infinite switchboard on his own. You were at the commission and the both of you escaped so most likely you had to be together. Turning to look at you Five asked,

"Babe, did he really make the machine his bitch?"

"I don't know, I was off committing war crimes," You answer before doing a double take an asking "Wait what did you call me?"

Before anyone else spoke Vanya interjected and questioned,

"War crimes?"

"Don't ask." Luther replied

"Y'all need to recognize I got shit going on y'all don't even know about." Diego yelled as he looked around the room

"Oh, sorry. You've got things going on?" Allison remarked sarcastically

"This isn't helpful." Luther adds as he paces about the place

You watched as Vanya quietly left the group and went to go upstairs. As she disappeared out of sight you threw your head into your hands. You didn't want to even witness the siblings start to argue with each other. As they noise of their disagreement about what to do next in this situation grew the voice of th TV anchor cut through the yelling,

"In other news, the adoptive daughter of billionaire Reginald Hargreeves has been reported missing. We now go live to the police station where Police Chief Jesse Curry just giving a statement on the case."

You looked up from your hands and looked towards the TV. Watching the press conference you can see the police chief standing at a podium in front of the station but in the background someone familiar stood there.

"Mom..." you said to yourself

Almost in a trance you walked through the group of bickering Hargreeves towards the TV before crouching down in front of it. You stared at your mom on the screen as she stood in the background of the broadcast. Bringing your hand up to the TV you gently placed it on top of the image of her as the chief started to speak.

"The Dallas police department is working tirelessly to find Miss (Y/N). She was last seen at home in her bedroom before being reported missing by her mother this morning. Detectives have multiple theories that they are working on at the moment. There is a concern that she and her friend Charles Anderson may have also been taken by the terrorist organization the FBI is tracking due to their connection to Sir Hargreeves and high society status. If you see or hear anything please call Dallas Police immediately so that we can bring her home."

As the group bickered on behind you, you stood up from in front of the TV. Turning to go upstairs you passed Vanya as she walked back down. Slowly, you made your way to the kitchen and picked up the phone. You might've been cursed with people leaving before you could say goodbye, but you weren't going to subject anyone else to it. Taking a deep breath you tried to calm yourself as you dialed the number into the phone. The was a ringing for a few moments before a man could be heard on the other line asking,

"Dallas Police non-emergency line. How can I help you?"

"I'd like to speak with Grace, miss (Y/N)'s mom please." You said as steady as you could

"One moment." They replied

You waited silently on the other end before hearing the sound of a familiar voice urgently asking,

"Hello?"

There was a moment when she first spoke where you wanted to hang up, and avoid the pain both of you would feel if you continued the call. Maybe you could pick up and try to move on like you always did and she could hopefully move on from you after some time. It wasn't right though, you called for a reason and it would be wrong to go back on it. Trying to find the words, you started,

"Hi mom."

"Oh my god! (Y/N) where are you! Are you alright?" Your mom said panicked

You could hear the pain in her voice. It was the pain of a mother who's child was put in danger too many times recently. The pain of a mother who just wanted to find them and make sure they would be okay. You could feel her pain strike your heart as you tried to continue,

"I'm fine."

"Where are you? Are you with those terrorists?" She questioned distressed

"I am." you replied, your voice starting to waver

"Oh god. What have they done to you? Are you hurt?" Grace fearfully asked

"No..." You stated as your throat started to tighten "they haven't done anything to me"

"Tell me, what do they want? Money?" Grace pleaded "I know I just left Reginald but I can go back and talk to him. I know that he would pay anything to get you back safely. However much, we'll get it to them."

Tears started to well in your eyes as you tried to get through the conversation. You could hear the heartbreak in her voice and could only imagine the emotional look she probably had on her face. You started to wonder if this goodbye was more for her or more for you. As your chest clenched feeling your own heart start to break you stuttered out,

"I-I-I'm going far away, Mom."

"No, no, no. We'll fine them and stop them. Just tell me where you are," Grace begged

"I can't." you replied before apologizing "Mom...I am so sorry that I brought you into this mess. This is never how I wanted things to go or end."

"Sweetie you're talking like you're not coming back from this." Grace replied confused

"I'm not."

You could hear her sobs on the other side of the line. Closing your eyes tightly, tears started to fall from your eyes and roll down your face. Your breathing became short and choppy as you held back your own cries. Through her tears, Grace yelled,

"No, you will. You will!"

"Mom...I need you to know that I love you so much. You have made my time here so much better than it could've been. I showed up out of the blue and you still took care of me and loved me as your own." You explained to her through a cracked voice "It pains me to lose a parent again but no matter what happens next, you'll always be my mom."

"(Y/N)-" She begged

"I love you Mom." You stated

"I love you too-" She replied

"Goodbye." You stated

You could hear your Mom shout,

"Wait-"

But it was too late. Hanging up the phone you pressed your back against the wall and slowly slumped down to the floor. Pulling your knees close to your chest you used your hand to cover your mouth as you tried to silence your cries. Shutting your eyes, you let the tears stream down as everything you tried to hold back on the phone came came out. There was so much more pain that came with a goodbye. When you never got to say it there was always that hope that one day the person would come back, but that hope was gone once you said it. As you sat on the floor below the phone softly crying, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Opening your eyes you looked at the figure kneeling in front of you,

"Charlie..." you whispered "D-did you hear?"

"I did." He whispered back

"Charlie, I- I can't get her involved with this...With me." You explained through your tears "I don't want her to get hurt."

"I know." He replies calmly

Standing up he extends a hand to help you off the ground which you take. Quietly he guides you over towards the living room. From below you can still hear the bickering of the Hargreeves. You couldn't make out what it was they were yelling about now but it didn't matter. As Charlie sat down in a chair you paced about the place thinking about everything that happened to you. Everything. From the moment you left your home in 2002 as you tried to find out what was wrong with your best friend up until this moment now where you were holed in a dead man's TV store literally counting down the minutes until the FBI broke the door down. Your heart began to race as emotions you had refused to deal with for so long flooded your system. Grief, anger, sadness. You started to feel it all at once. Hot tears rolled from you eyes and you shouted,

"FUCK."

From down below the Hargreeves stopped their bickering. Quieting down they all looked up towards the upstairs. Although they couldn't see anything they could hear the sound of Charlie saying,

"(Y/N), it'll be okay. What do you need?"

What did you need? You needed a lot. You needed to not be in situation where everyone but you and your boyfriend was an assumed terrorist. You needed to get out of this time. You needed a steady place to stay. You were sad and scared and felt like you were right back where you started all those years ago. A wave of anger boiled over as you turned to Charlie and snapped,

"I NEED MY MOM AND DAD CHARLIE."

Finishing you statement, your flash of anger turned back to sorrow as you collapsed to your knees. Your body couldn't hold the weight of your pain any longer and gave out. Loud sobs echoed through the place as you finally let it all out. If only your parents could see you now. Would they be proud? Would they still be happy to call you their own? You looked up towards the ceiling and stated,

"I'm so sorry that I caused this mess we're in."

Maybe if you were lucky the heavens would hear you and deliver the message to your parents wherever they were. The Hargeeves stood in place as they beared witness to the anguish you carried with you for so long. The heavy burden of all your pain was finally coming to light, and none of them enjoyed your sorrow. Wanting to fix the situation, Five and Diego tried to start making their way up the stairs to you but Allison put her hands up to stop them. Looking at her confused Allison replied,

"This is not one for you two to try and fix. Just let Charlie try to help."

Five and Diego both felt helpless. They wanted to be there for you and help you through your emotions. It was ridiculous that Allison was blocking them from doing so. What did she mean this is not one for you to fix? As the two of them tried to push past her, Allison stated,

"Don't make me rumor you into staying down here."

The two boys reluctantly walked back down the stairs to where they stood before but neither was happy about the situation. Back upstairs, Charlie did not quite grasp the intent of your message and instead thought you were talking about the situation you were in now. Trying to comfort he stated,

"(Y/N), this isn't your fault. You have to understand that you are the least culpable person in all of this."

You ignored him as you looked off in the distance. Your sobs started to subside but you were left with a hallow feeling within you. A complete emptiness. In a monotone voice you asked Charlie,

"You know what my parents told me when I was younger?"

"What?" He asked

"They gave me three rules to remember. First, remember you are unconditionally loved. The second, always try your best and do what's right. And the third...stay away from the house across the street." You recalled

"The Academy." Charlie said

"Yes. They wrote it on a piece of paper and hung it on the fridge. I saw that rule every day at every meal. They drilled it into me as if it was the most important piece of information I'd ever know." you elaborated almost breathlessly "And yet I still didn't listen. They were worried if I associated with them I'd get hurt and I guess they were right but it's probably not the hurt they expected."

"So you regret meeting the Hargreeves?"

"No, never. I don't regret meeting any of them. I love them all even if they don't all love me. I just wish...I wish I could've done more for them. Maybe if I was there...to stop their shitty dad...if I had just done more then we wouldn't be here. This wouldn't have happened"

The Hargreeves stood saddened and shocked at your admission. You had never told any of them about the third rule, not even Five. You never told them your parents explicitly stated to stay away from their house. To stay away from them. You came over every time you could to hangout and spend time with them fully knowing you could get in trouble if you were found out. You ignored what your parents told you to do just so you could be with all of them. And now here you were upset that you didn't do more to help them? All you ever did was help them. The short time that they had you in their lives was the best time they could remember.

While the others looked around at each other, Luther looked towards the ground. A feeling of guilt washed over him as he fully realized how awful he had been to you when all you were was a friend to him. Did he really forget all the things that you did for him in his youth? All the fun you had? He was so loyal to his father, so protective of his number one status, that he treated you, the only person to see him as a person so poorly. All that time ago, Diego was right. You were family.

Charlie stood up from his seat and walked over to where you were on the floor. Sitting down next to you, he placed a hand on your back. As he looked into your eyes, he questioned calmly,

"How could you have predicted what would happen?"

"I-I couldn't...I was just a kid...god we were all just kids." you exclaimed as you threw your head into your hands

"Hey, hey it's okay." Charlie tried to comfort

"I just- I should've done more. I should've been there." You try to argue

"If you were there you would've never met your other friends. And wouldn't you regret it if you didn't meet them as well?" Charlie asked

"Yes, but-" you started to reply but were cut off by Charlie

"(Y/N), no matter how painful some of the consequences of your decisions have been it seems like everything in your life has been the right thing for you. This was always out of your hands (Y/N). You don't need to be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned. You just need to be you. I mean what more could you have done to prevent where you are now?" He questioned

"I don't know I could've redistributed the molecules at the theatre. I at least could've tried" You replied at a loss for words

"(Y/N), listen to me." Charlie says taking on a more serious tone "That night nearly killed you. If you recall, you came to the 1960s in a coma. And even if you did know how to redistribute like you do now, Vanya is still immensely more powerful. She's blew up the moon after all. Even if you had tried, that much energy is too much for one person."

Your far off gaze came back into focus and you looked over to Charlie.

"You're right..." You replied "It is too much for one person."

"Now, how about we go back to the rest of the group and figure out where to go from here." Charlie suggested

"Okay."

The two of you stood up again and started making your way to the stairs. As the group below saw you approach and start to come down towards them, they knew that they had to start talking about something, because it would be rude to bring up your feelings now. You had just calmed down and had already been through enough. Facing all of them and having to realize that they listened in wasn't in your best interest. Vanya had wanted to say something for a while but didn't do so while you were still upstairs. Realizing that this was her chance she stated,

"I'm leaving."

"What? To go where?" Allison questioned confused

"Sissy's farm. Something's wrong with Harlan, and I need to help him." Vanya explains

"Vanya, we need to stick together, okay? Now more than ever." Luther replies

"That's why I'm telling you this. Whatever's going on with Harlan, I think I might've caused it." Vanya elaborates

"How?" Klaus questions

"He drowned, and, uh, somehow I was able to bring him back to life. And now it's like we're connected." Vanya states

"Wh... What does that even mean?" Allison asks

"I don't know. I can't explain, but...I know that he needs my help and I need your help, too. I'm scared. And for the first time in my life, I don't wanna do it alone. I want my family by my side." Vanya says before looking at you "All of my family."

The group was silent as you all looked at her, each person debating in their head on what to do. Everyone stayed still for a moment until Diego stepped forward and said,

"Look, I'm sorry. We have other priorities right now."

"Diego's right. For once." Five added "We need to make our stand here and now."

The rest of the group stood there, not saying anything. Your jaw dropped as you were speechless at the lack of action the rest of the Hargreeves were taking. With no one joining her Vanya grabbed car keys from her pocket and said,

"Okay. I guess I'll see you when I see you."

You all watch as Vanya walks out of the building. As the door to the alleyway slams you look around at the Hargreeves all standing quietly staring at the door Vanya had just left through. Turning your attention towards the group you ask,

"What is wrong with you guys?"

Turning their attention from the door to you, you continue,

"That is your sister. Your family. And for the first time she reaches out to this group for help and support and you're just going to send her off to be alone so you can what? Stand here and wait for the FBI to put bullets in all of your heads?"

The group is silent for a moment, but it didn't take long before Klaus stood up and said,

"(Y/N) is right. We should be with Vanya."

Grabbing a jacket, he puts it on and without another word walks out the door to go join her. It takes a few moments but slowly the rest of the group nodded their head and made their preparations to go. You watched as Allison walked out the door with Diego trailing close behind.

"I'm only doing this because you want it." Diego comments before exiting the building

"Sure it is," You remark with a smirk

As you make your way down to the bottom step, you can see your boyfriend start to approach you.

"Can I help you?" You ask, your smirk still evident

Five gives you a smile back as he takes your hand in his. Looking into your eyes, he saw all he could ever want and more and as he held your hand he couldn't help but worry about you and what would happen if the group ran away.

"You realize if we leave that we're always going to have to be on the run?" Five asks gently

"Well then we'll have to make the most of it. Won't we?" You reply

"I guess so," He says with a smirk before giving you a peck on the lips "I'll meet you at the car."

Slowly, Five starts to walk away, holding on to your hand until he's too far to touch it anymore. As Five exits the door Luther lingers around a bit. After everything you had said and all the stuff he realized he knew he owed you an apology. Carefully, approaching you he started to say,

"Hey (Y/N), I-"

"(Y/N), can I talk to you for a second?" Charlie cuts off, not hearing Luther

"Yeah, one second." You tell him before turning back to Luther "What did you want to say Luther?"

Luther scratched the back of his neck as he looked off to the side. This probably wasn't a good time to talk anyway.

"Uh...just that I'll see you at the car." Luther mumbled

"Oh, alright." You replied

As Luther walked off you turned your attention to Charlie.

"What's up?"

"I have something for you." Charlie replied

You looked at him curiously. What could he have had for you? Pulling a duffle bag out from behind his back he handed it to you, a smile wide across his face.

"Charlie what is this?" You questioned

"Open it!" he exclaimed

Placing the back on top of the nearby TV, you unzipped it to see what was inside. Your eyes went wide and a smile appeared on your face as you looked in the bag.

"Charlie this is all my stuff." you stated

"All your stuff you brought to the 1960s, your clothes, plus a few extra things that I thought you might want to take with you." He explained

You looked over the bag filled with all of your things, happy to see them all again and know that they were in your possession, but you were confused as to why Charlie presented them to you.

"Thank you Charlie, but why did you bring this to me?" You questioned

The smile on Charlie's face faltered as he looked at you.

"I had a gut feeling this morning that today would be...it. So I packed up all of the stuff that I knew you would want or need and brought it with me when I left the mansion this morning. I didn't want you to not have any of it in case this happened." He explained

"Well I appreciate it. I'd be very sad if I didn't have this stuff with me." you replied

Your smile from seeing your stuff faltered as well. Charlie was right, this would be it. You had no clue if or when you would ever see him again. You could feel your heart clench once more as you realized you had to say goodbye to another person you loved. Turning away so he couldn't see the pain on your face you started to zip up the bag to take it with you to the car. Beofe you could get the bag closed though Charlie exclaimed,

"Oh, one more thing!"

Turning your attention back to him you watched as he pulled something out from his back pocket. Handing the item to you, you saw that it was an envelope addressed to you. Turning it over you started to open it but were stopped when Charlie requested,

"Don't read it now. Read it once you leave in the car."

Place the letter into the bag, you looked back to Charlie and asked,

"So what are you going to do now?"

"I'm going to stay here, find some duct tape and make it look like I was a hostage so when the FBI comes I can say the ''terrorists" took off to Mexico with you and the boy."

You let out a laugh at his plan. Granted, it would probably work to buy you and the rest of the group some time but you still found it a bit silly to duct tape himself. Rolling your eyes you stated,

"Well at least I can always count on you to be my alibi, but what happens after that?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll start a painting business. Maybe I'll fall in love. We'll just have to see I guess." he answers with a shrug "Anyway, let's get you going."

Rushing towards your friend, you enveloped him in a tight hug which he reciprocated. You took in a deep breath as you tried to savor the moment, not knowing when something like it would ever come again. As Charlie held you he felt what felt like a tiny zap on the back of his head. Pulling back to look at you he questioned,

"Did you just shock me?"

"Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't." You replied

Charlie rolled his eyes at you as you closed up your duffle bag of stuff. Placing the bag on your shoulder the two of you walked outside the building and towards the car. Seeing you in the sideview mirror, Five stepped out and opened the door so you could slide into the front seat between him and Vanya. Getting into the car you place your bag on the floor while Five slid in to the right of you. From outside Charlie closes the door before leaning into the open passenger window. Taking a look at you, he then turns to Five with a smile and comments,

"Keep her safe, will ya Five? She's one of a kind."

"I swear on my life I will." Five replies, wrapping and arm around you

Looking back to you he lets out a small sigh before saying,

"Goodbye (Y/N)."

"Goodbye Charlie." You reply

Standing up from the window, Vanya started to pull out of the alley and on to the road. As the car drove off, you watched as the silhouette of Charlie grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror until he was gone. Pulling the letter he gave you out of your bag, you opened the envelope and started to read it.

(Y/N),

I knew this day would come and I’ve had a draft of this letter prepared for a while but I never knew when I’d have to be writing this. After a while I thought I may be lucky and I’d never have to but this day had to come eventually.

I’m not good at saying goodbye because I’ve never really had anyone to say goodbye to. The last person I cared enough about when saying goodbye was my mom. You’re the second person in my life where it brings me pain to let you go.

Before you I didn’t have anyone. I was alone and by chance you fell into my life. Or I guess more so I fell into yours and I’ll be forever thankful for that day.

You’re the only friend I’ve ever had and closest friend I probably will have. I was lost and alone and you helped me find my way. You brought a light to my life I had never had before and showed me what life could be like. I learned how to live because of you.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do without you here all the time. No one else is going to yeet a sleeping bag at me or confuse me with facts about the future. It’s going to be difficult adjusting to life without you but I hope whatever I do next is something that can make you proud.

I wish you could stay here, but I know this isn’t your time. And I wish I could go with you, but I know it’s not what you’d want for me. Just know though that you’re the best friend I could’ve ever asked for and I hope to see you again someday soon.

Sincerely,

Your friend

Charlie

As you finished reading the letter silent tears fell from your face and you realized that whatever came next, there was no turning back from it now.

______________________

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How to be an ally

(I fixed ALL the links so fucking reblog)

1. Check In On Your Black Friends/Acquaintances

In my opinion, I believe the best way to be an ally is to reach out to your Black friends and check in on them, consistently. If you can recognize the times we are living in are absolute hell, you should be checking in on the most effected. None of my friends have checked up on me to see how I was doing or just to talk. They didn’t even bring up the protests until I did. It feels very very lonely and scary to not be checked up on by the people who say they support and love you. So, I’m making this the first point because I don’t want anyone else to feel this way, not trying to complain.

2. Learn More About Black History

It’s important to learn about the Black activists that our history books left out. Yes, Martin Luther King Jr. was, and is, important but we need to reflect on why he was pushed on us so much in our history classes, compared to other Black leaders. Is it because our government would rather us walk down the street holding signs than actually defending ourselves against the cop who’s beating us?

Here’s a master list of activists to start you off.

3. Go to Rallies and Protests (If you can)

Find protests and rallies in your area by looking on Twitter and search #yourcityprotest. Or watch your local news channel to see where they are (if they’re being covered on the news). Also search on Facebook. Wear a mask.

4. Donate and Sign Petitions

If you don’t have extra money to donate, that’s fine. If you still want to be an ally then sign all the petitions you can. Take a day to research all the ones you can sign/haven’t signed and sign them!

(Also you don’t need to donate to change.org! Directly donate to non-profit organizations and victims’ families!)

George Floyd - change.org

George Floyd - amnesty.org

George Floyd - colorofchange.org

Get The Officers Charged

Charge All Four Officers

Breonna Taylor - moveon.org

Breonna Taylor - colorofchange.org

Breonna Taylor - justiceforbreonna.org

Breonna Taylor - change.org

Breonna Taylor - thepetitionsite.com

Ahmaud Arbery - change.org

Ahmaud Arbery - change.org 2

Ahmaud Arbery - change.org 3

Justice for Oluwatoyin Salau

Pass The Georgia Hate Crime Bill

Defund MPD

Life Sentence For Police Brutality

Regis Korchinski - change.org

Tete Gulley - change.org

Tony McDade - change.org

Tony McDade - actionnetwork.org

Tony McDade - thepetitionsite.com

Joao Pedro - change.org

Julius Jones - change.org

Belly Mujinga - change.org

Willie Simmons - change.org

Hands Up Act - change.org

National Action Against Police Brutality

Kyjuanzi Harris - change.org

Alejandro Vargas Martinez - change.org

Censorship Of Police Brutality In France

Sean Reed - change.org

Sean Reed - change.org 2

Kendrick Johnson - change.org

Tamir Rice - change.org

Tamir Rice - change.org 2

Fire Racist Criminal From The NYPD

Jamee Johnson - organizefor.org

Darius Stewart - change.org

Darius Stewart - moveon.org

Abolish Prison Labor

Free Siyanda - change.org

Chrystul Kizer - change.org

Chrystul Kizer - change.org 2

Andile Mchunu (Bobo) - change.org

Eric Riddick - change.org

Amiya Braxton - change.org

Emerald Black - change.org

Elijah Nichols - change.org

Zinedine Karabo Gioia - change.org

Angel Bumpass - change.org

Sheku Bayoh - change.org

Visit these sites for more info:

http://www.pb-resources.com/

https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co/

5. Educate yourself and others.

Articles:

- “America’s Racial Contract Is Killing Us” by Adam Serwer | Atlantic (May 8, 2020)

- Ella Baker and the Black Freedom Movement (Mentoring a New Generation of Activists

- ”My Life as an Undocumented Immigrant” by Jose Antonio Vargas | NYT Mag (June 22, 2011)

- The 1619 Project (all the articles) | The New York Times Magazine

- The Combahee River Collective Statement

- “The Intersectionality Wars” by Jane Coaston | Vox (May 28, 2019)

- Tips for Creating Effective White Caucus Groups developed by Craig Elliott PhD

- “Where do I donate? Why is the uprising violent? Should I go protest?” by Courtney Martin (June 1, 2020)

- ”White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack” by Knapsack Peggy McIntosh

- “Who Gets to Be Afraid in America?” by Dr. Ibram X. Kendi | Atlantic (May 12, 2020)

Movies/TV Shows:

When They See Us

American Son

Hello Privilege, It’s Me, Chelsea

The 13th

Murder to Mercy: The Cyntoia Brown Story

What Happened Miss Simone?

The Two Killings of Sam Cooke

Who Killed Malcolm X?

The Death and Life of Marsha P. Johnson

Homecoming: A Film by Beyonce (Lighter in tone)

LA 92

Dear White People

Videos:

youtube

- Black Feminism & the Movement for Black Lives: Barbara Smith, Reina Gossett, Charlene Carruthers (50:48)

- “How Studying Privilege Systems Can Strengthen Compassion” | Peggy McIntosh at TEDxTimberlaneSchools (18:26)

- American Oxygen - Rihanna

- Formation - Beyonce

Podcasts:

- Malcolm X Speeches

- 1619 (New York Times)

- About Race

- Code Switch (NPR)

- Intersectionality Matters! hosted by Kimberlé Crenshaw

- Momentum: A Race Forward Podcast

Books:

- The Autobiography of Malcolm X

- Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About RaceBook by Reni Eddo-Lodge

- Black Feminist Thought by Patricia Hill Collins

- Eloquent Rage: A Black Feminist Discovers Her Superpower by Dr. Brittney Cooper

- Heavy: An American Memoir by Kiese Laymon

- How To Be An Antiracist by Dr. Ibram X. Kendi

- I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

- Just Mercy by Bryan Stevenson

- Me and White Supremacy by Layla F. Saad

- Redefining Realness by Janet Mock

- So You Want to Talk About Race by Ijeoma Oluo

- The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin

- The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness by Michelle Alexander

- The Next American Revolution: Sustainable Activism for the Twenty-First Century by Grace Lee Boggs

- The Warmth of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson

- This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color by Cherríe Moraga

- When Affirmative Action Was White: An Untold History of Racial Inequality in Twentieth-Century America by Ira Katznelson

- White Fragility: Why It’s So Hard for White People to Talk About Racism by Robin DiAngelo, PhD

Follow:

- Shaun King: Instagram | Website

- Antiracism Center: Twitter

- Black Women’s Blueprint: Website

- Color Of Change: Website

- The Conscious Kid: Website | Instagram

- Equal Justice Initiative (EJI): Website | Twitter | Instagram

- NAACP: Twitter | Instagram |

- Ziwe | Instagram | (She has discussions about race with White people, kinda grilling them, every Thursday at 8 p.m. EST. Super thrilling to watch.)

Here’s Some Music Too:

Change Gonna Come - Sam Cooke

Chain Gang - Nina Simone

Missisippi Goddamn - Nina Simone

Fuck Da’ Police - N.W.A.

This is America - Childish Gambino

I’m Not Racist - Joyner Lucas

Fight the Power - Public Enemy

Freedom (Live) - Beyonce

I Can’t Breathe - H.E.R.

American Oxygen - Rihanna

Brown Skin Girl - Beyonce

My Playlist With A Few More

Black Artists Matter Playlist

What a large list! It looks so overwhelming! Don’t worry, you don’t have to read/watch/listen to everything. It takes a lot of effort!

Jk.

#blm #blacklivesmatter #white ally #ally #black lives matter #reblog

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Devotion: Chapter Twenty | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader (Series)

Summary: In which the Hargreeves siblings come together to stop the end of the world.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Umbrella Academy. All rights go to the creators of the show, the comics and everyone in between. Gifs used in these chapters are NOT mine and are/were found on Pinterest.

Warnings: Cursing, Sex, Nudity, Violence, Gore, Alcohol, Drugs, Smoking, Intense Scenes, and Abuse (if I missed any let me know)

—Not a Coincidence

❝I trust you.❞

Sometimes, Y/n wished that everyone could shut up.

They were always so loud, and Y/n wanted everything to stop. Klaus was blocking the sun. She was thankful for that. Her body was unbelievably warm in Elliott’s small apartment. No one heard each other. Y/n uncovered her ears and heard footsteps from behind her. Vanya was coming down the steps. She gave Y/n a little smile.

“I’m leaving.”

The chatter seized, “What? To go where?”

“Sissy's farm.” Vanya said, “Something's wrong with Harlan, and I need to help him.”

“Vanya, we need to stick together, okay?” Luther replied, “Now more than ever.”

“That's why I'm telling you this. Whatever's going on with Harlan, I think I might've caused it.”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, “How?”

“He drowned, and, uh, somehow I was able to bring him back to life. And now it's like we're connected.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I don't know. I can't explain, but I know that he needs my help.” Vanya sighed, “I need your help, too. I'm scared.”

Y/n felt frozen. Suddenly, she was a little girl at four years old in the basement. She was holding onto Vanya, rocking her back and forth. Y/n swallowed thickly. She could still hear Vanya’s weak, soft voice, “I’ve been locked in here for days. It feels like we’re never going to be able to leave.”

“And for the first time in my life, I don't wanna do it alone. I want my family by my side.”

“Look, I'm sorry.” Diego sighed, “We have other priorities right now.”

“Diego's right. For once.” Five said, “We need to make our stand here and now.”

Y/n watched Vanya deflate, “Okay. I guess I'll see you when I see you.”

Y/n saw Vanya give her a teary smile. She put her head on her chin and heard the side door open. It shut with a metallic slam. Y/n shivered. She watched Klaus blow a raspberry before standing up to stretch. After he was done stretching, he walked toward the door.

“Hey.” Diego called, “Where are you going?”

“I’m not letting her go into the unknown alone.”

The door opened and closed again. Y/n bit her bottom lip as Diego cursed under his breath, “Well, we might as well do some good before we die horribly.”

Allison shrugged, “Fuck it.”

Diego held the door open for her, and it closed again. Y/n looked up to see Luther and Five still inside. She released a shaky sigh. Five was pacing against the tile floor, and Luther looked at her. She shook her head, and he turned back to Five. Y/n put her forehead on her knees and stared down. She heard the wisp of air and the door again. She didn’t want to go. She wanted a break.

She started to rock herself back and forth. Y/n squeezed her eyes tight, but all she saw was tiny Vanya. The little girl that became her sister in a house full of strangers. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Y/n brought her hands up to her hair. She ran her fingers through the strands and pulled slightly.

“Love you too, Y/n,”

Vanya’s sweet voice. She missed it. It was so calming and smooth. Y/n smiled, and the pressure on her hair released.

“You look pretty too.”

Y/n held her body close to her. Vanya had always been nice despite being excluded for years. Y/n had looked at herself in the mirror years to see a worthless girl with a scarred body, but Vanya never thought so. She always thought Y/n looked beautiful.

“You destroyed my life!”

She grimaced and whimpered. Vanya hadn’t been nice then. Her voice was harsh and dangerous, like the water in her dreams. It was consuming and suffocating.

“Who are you to tell me how to deal with my emotions when all you do is shut people out!”

Y/n pulled at the ends of her hair again. It hurt. Her heart was squeezing. She felt sweat start to slip down her back. She craved relief from the words echoing in her head. Vanya had never looked so distant and cold. Y/n shuddered.

“You’re just like them,”

She whined and pulled on her hair harder, “No- no, I’m not,”

Her body shook, rocking herself, “I promise, I- I’m not.”

Y/n felt her body tremble. She could see Vanya’s pleading eyes. She remembered even if Vanya didn’t. She remembered everything. It was her curse and blessing. She pulled harder at her scalp and whined. Y/n heard the engine of the car start. She stood on shaky legs and swallowed thickly.

She had trouble walking down the two stairs and to the door. Her hand gripped the knob, and she swallowed back the tears begging to fall. Her body trembled, and the asphalt was unsteady. Y/n took a deep breath before grabbing the passenger door handle. It opened, and she leaned down.

“Eight?”

Y/n felt the lump in her throat grow. Vanya had never used numbers before. She didn’t know any better. Y/n didn’t realize someone was taking her left hand into theirs. It was soft, warm, and calloused at the fingertips. She felt them rub their thumb over the back of her hand.

“Y/n?”

Five. She opened her eyes and saw green ones staring at her. They were so soft. He looked concerned, and she was only focused on him. The way his nose curved, how his eyes softened, his smooth skin, his jawline, the curve of his lips, but more his eyes. She had seen that green so many times. She’d dream of that green in the sky lighting up the beach.

“Scoot.”

She watched him scoot over closer to Vanya. Y/n swallowed before sitting on the blue leather. She closed the door and pushed herself against it. Five didn’t let go of her hand and continued to rub his thumb across the back of it. Her heart was pounding, and she felt her other hand trembling. Y/n stared out the window, refusing to look anywhere else.

Y/n heard Klaus sigh, “Well, the gangs all here.”

Someone snorted, and the car started moving. She felt pressure on her left arm and breath on her left bicep. Y/n turned to the left just enough to see dark brown hair. Five was leaned against her shoulder, his breathing was soft. Y/n took a deep breath and looked out the window again. The car scraped at the asphalt from Luther being in the trunk.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the glass. It was cooling. It was a long drive. Y/n could hear Allison, Klaus, and Diego playing eye-spy in the seat behind them. Diego was getting mad every time Klaus would spy grass, and no one would guess Allison’s correctly. Whenever Y/n thought Five was asleep, he’d tap his fingers against her knee.

Y/n closed her eyes and drifted off. She could still hear and feel everything around her, but her mind drifted. She was back at the shore. It wasn’t dark this time. She looked around to see the beige sand, the blue water, and the mid-day sky. The clouds looked fluffier than typical clouds.

She looked down to see herself in the same attire: the same black long-sleeve pants and boots. Y/n felt a presence beside her. It was the same presence from before. She turned and saw dark chocolate hair, pale skin, and navy and maroon clothes. She tilted her head at him.

“You’ve dreamed of me for years,”

“Pardon?”

He chuckled, “The green aurora borealis.”

“What about it?”

“Haven’t you noticed it yet?”

“Obviously not,” Y/n said, “I wouldn’t be asking if I had noticed.”

He turned to her. It was all the same features she had just seen in the car. The same lips, nose, jawline, and soft hair. Except he had a smirk on his face, “Really take a look.”

She tilted her head. He didn’t look any different than usual. His Umbrella Academy uniform was wrinkled and had some stains on the blazer. His shoes had sand sticking to them, and he had sand on the navy blue shorts. His face looked the same. She didn’t understand. The aurora borealis had always been a jade green, but everything was navy or maroon. His hand took her chin in his. She was staring at his face. Her eyes landed on his, and she finally realized.

“Your eyes.”

“Yes,” His thumb swiped at her cheek before landing at his side, “That isn’t a coincidence.”

Y/n didn’t get to ask any questions before she was jostled. Five was pulled from her shoulder, and he was swatting at the hand holding his hair. Y/n turned to see a light-skinned hand holding Five’s dark brown hair. She turned around to see Diego leaning over the seat.

“Get your hands off me.” Five spat.

She looked around to see the car approaching a small farm. Diego leaned over to Five’s left ear and whispered something. Five scowled, “As if I couldn’t kill you myself.”

Y/n looked out the window to see a small one-story house and a massive barn to the right. The house was yellow and had a small porch around it. The barn was blue, and there was snow everywhere. She furrowed her eyebrows when some form of energy struck in the middle of the barn. The car parked, and Y/n opened the door. The cold air hit her like a brick. She shivered.

“You think whatever's going on inside is causing the cold front?”

“Well, the correlation is high.”

A woman exited the barn. Y/n tilted her head. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. Her skin was slightly wrinkled, and Y/n thought she saw some makeup. She was wearing a brown button-up sweater and blue jeans. The woman held the rifle pointed high.

“Sissy! Sissy!”

“Get back!” The woman, Sissy, yelled, “All of you, just get the hell back!”

Y/n perfected her posture, “Hey! What's wrong?”

“Carl.”

“What did he do to you?” Vanya asked.

“He's dead.” Sissy replied, “Harlan tossed him aside like a rag doll, the same way you sent those policemen flyin’.”

Y/n kicked some snow with her shoe, “Not gonna lie, that sounds pretty sick.”

She winced when Five stepped on her foot. She heard Diego and Klaus chuckle. Y/n smacked him, and he glared at her. Sissy was still holding the rifle, “What did you do to him? What the hell did you do to my son?”

“We don't have time for this.”

Y/n froze when Sissy pointed the gun at Diego. She held her hands out, and Five put his hand over her left wrist, “To help your son.”

“Look, Sissy, I found my family. These are my brothers and my sisters.”

“Ma'am.”

“Hi!” Y/n waved.

Five stepped on her foot again, “Why me?”

He glared at her, and Y/n stepped on his foot. He groaned. She smiled victoriously. She watched Sissy lower the gun, “Were you lyin' to me the whole time?”

“Of course not.”

“Look, I didn't know who I was. But I do now. And we are not the monsters that they say we are. We did not kill the president. We are not terrorists. We're not here to hurt anyone.”

Sissy furrowed her eyebrows, “Then, who are you?”

“I mean, technically, we’re weirdos with superpowers who are supposed to be born in like twenty-six years, but-“

Five sighed, “Y/n, shut up!”

“Hey, at least you didn’t step on my foot this time.”

He growled before he stepped on her left foot for the third time. She groaned, “I stand corrected.”

Vanya sighed, “The only one who can help Harlan.”

Y/n watched Sissy put down the rifle and motion for them to follow. Her boots helped against the snow. It was easier to walk. She walked with her hands in her jean pockets behind Vanya. Vanya was clumsy on the snow and almost fell, but Y/n waved her hand, keeping her upright. Five kept close to Y/n’s side. The barn door was closed, and Vanya slid it open.

Y/n shivered at the energy pulsing inside. There was an enormous energy cylinder with a little boy floating inside. He had brown hair and was wearing a blue button-up. Y/n watched him gasping and struggling against the energy. Vanya was yelling his name, Harlan, but he wasn’t responding.

She watched Vanya’s irises go white and shivered. Vanya jumped inside the energy cylinder and continued to yell the little boy’s name. Y/n could feel the energy pulsing, and her body was taking it in. She started walking toward it. Y/n took small steps and slowly raised her hand. She placed her hand on the energy, and it accepted her. But someone grabbed her waist and pulled her back—Y/n smelt smoke and coffee.

“Five, I might be able to help.” Y/n said, “You have to let me go.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

Five’s eyes hardened, “You heard me.”

Y/n went stoic, and his arms were suddenly trapping her. She squeezed her eyes shut, and she could see the hallways all over again. Her body tensed, and she squirmed in his grip, “Let me go!”

She was begging, and Five continued to keep his grip tight. She felt like she was suffocating. Y/n’s breaths were coming in pants. She couldn’t hear anything but the ringing in her ears and the arms choking her. They were moving up and up until they reached her throat, strangling her. Her elbow made contact with the person’s stomach, and they doubled over. Y/n fell to the barn floor.

Y/n turned around to see Five coughing. She gave him a pleading look. Y/n slowly got up on her feet and watched Vanya continue trying to communicate with the boy in the cylinder. She couldn’t hear inside. It sounded like Vanya was underwater.

“Uh, guys?” Klaus called.

“What?”

Y/n turned around to see Klaus standing at another entrance to the barn. She walked over to the door and squinted her eyes. In the distance, she saw two figures. Lila was wearing all black with a leather jacket. The other was The Handler with her grey hair and extravagant clothing. She wore a small hat with a veil and a long black trench coat with a red undershirt. In her left hand was a briefcase.

Diego cursed behind her, “Ah, shit.”

“What, who are they?”

“One's the Handler, the other's Diego's girlfriend.”

“Lila.” Diego said, “That's my ex-girlfriend.”

Y/n blew a raspberry. Luther groaned, “You know what? Doesn't matter. They both look angry.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, well,” Allison said, “Our brother has that effect on people.”

“I'm gonna go find out what they want.” Five replied, “You guys stay with Vanya and the kid.”

“I'm coming with you, too. Come on.”

“I second that.”

Y/n’s boots crunched in the snow. She heard two sets of footsteps behind her. She turned to see Five and Diego trailing behind her. The snow didn’t cover the entire farm, and her boots made the dirt beneath her mush. She mentally groaned as the ground became unsteady. Y/n tucked her hair behind her ears and straightened her posture when they made it in front of the two women.

“What do you want?”

Lila scoffed, “To watch you suffer.”

“What about me?” Diego asked.

“You're not even worth my wrath.”

Y/n smirked, “And me?”

“Oh, you’re good as dead.”

“Easy.” The Handler said, “We're here on official business.”

Five furrowed his eyebrows, “And what business is that?”

“As the head of the Commission, I've decided to eliminate the criminals responsible for the assassination of the former board of directors.”

“Yeah, right.” Diego scoffed, “We didn't kill the board.”

Y/n bit her bottom lip, “Uh, actually, Diego, that's not entirely accurate.”

“You two didn't tell them.” The Handler grinned, “Oh, Five, Zero.”

“What the hell did you two do?”

“What we had to,” Five replied, “To get our family home. Until somebody reneged on our deal.”

“Somebody wouldn't have reneged if somebody could've met a simple deadline. Alas.”

Y/n crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, “You set us up to fail.”

“You two set yourself up to fail, friends.” The Handler said, “You and your brothers and sisters. Kinda the running theme of your little life, isn't it?”

“Dude, I can't believe you two killed the board of directors. You two have no idea how messed up the Commission is right now.” Diego whispered.

“Messed up? Who's saying that?”

“Everybody.” Diego retorted, “Christ, even the janitors think it's going to shit.”

Lila narrowed her eyes at Five, “That's not all he killed.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don't play dumb, you prepubescent piece of shit.”

Y/n scowled, “Shut your fucking mouth.”

“Enough.” The Handler scolded. “The point is, all of you are going to die today. Hmm?”

Diego crossed his arms, “Oh. Well, I don't like your chances. Eight of us, two of you.”

“Seven.”

The Handler smirked, “You know, you're right. Let's change that.”

Y/n saw The Handler snap her fingers. Behind her were multiple wisps of blue with people appearing. Some of them were wearing masks, and most of them wore all-black suits. She sighed. Most of them were armed with some type of weapon. Y/n saw guns primarily.

“So, what do we do now?”

“Well, we got two choices,” Five replied, “Fight and die now or run and die later. Either way, we're food for worms.”

“Preference?”

Five sighed, “Wouldn't mind a few more minutes breathing air through the old windbags.”

“All right. Let's get this over with, shall we?”

Y/n watched The Handler grab a red piece of fabric from her pocket. She swallowed thickly, “Run!”

Her boots sunk into the ground, making it hard to run as fast as usual. Y/n didn’t turn around. She heard people yelling, and gunfire was echoing. She yelped and continued to run. Y/n was panting heavily. She felt someone grab her hand and pull her. She was encased in blue. Y/n fell from the blue and turned around to see Diego stumbling.

“Five, I think I'm gonna puke.”

“No time!”

Y/n saw Five hide behind the wheel of a tractor and followed. Diego sat with his back to the tractor tire, and Y/n was facing the direction of the assassins. She sighed, “What now?”

“We blink into the house, man!”

Five muttered beneath his breath. She felt him grab her hand, and he held onto Diego’s knee. She saw his energy splutter, but it wasn’t enough. The blue was encasing his hands. Y/n heard him curse, “Shit, I'm out of fuel.”

Y/n locked eyes with Diego, “You wanna try it?”

“Sure, why the hell not.”

“Go!” Diego yelled, “We’ll cover for you.”

“Diego, Y/n, what are you-“

Y/n grabbed him, “For fucks sake, go!”

She jumped up and held out her hands. The bullets were slowing. She turned to see Diego in the same position. Y/n ground her teeth together and continued to push back. Diego was struggling, and she knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it long enough. She heard him groaning and grunting.

“Now, Diego!”

Y/n moved her hands to the right and saw Diego do the same. The bullets flew into a haycart. Y/n felt someone grab her right hand, and she fell into Diego’s lap behind the tractor. New shots were being shot, and Diego covered Y/n with his body. Y/n sighed.

“Shit.” Diego cursed, “How the hell do you do that all the time?”

“I dunno?” Y/n shrugged, “Practice?”

She heard energy thrumming and looked up. Vanya was floating from the barn with pale skin and blue eyes. Diego looked up and saw Vanya. He tucked Y/n’s knees beneath her chin and wrapped his arms around her entire body. His head was pushed into the right side of her neck. She felt the energy go past them and tapped Diego’s arm. He looked up and sighed.

Y/n stood up and offered Diego her hand. He took his hand and stood up. They moved from behind the tractor, and Y/n saw hundreds of motionless bodies. She shivered, and Diego squeezed her hand tighter. She turned to see him completely unharmed, and her heart slowed back to its original rhythm.

In the distance, Y/n saw a blue bubble. Inside the bubble were Lila and The Handler. Diego tilted his head, and Y/n took her hand from his gently. She looked up to see Vanya still floating in the air. Y/n swallowed and watched as Lila started to float up.

“That's not normal.”

“No shit!”

The energy was thrumming again. Lila was absorbing all of Vanya’s previous energy. Y/n felt her body aching with the energy begging to be released. Lila was soaking it up like a sponge until it was squeezed. The energy pulsed, and Y/n held her hands out over her face. The energy washed over her like an old friend, and she took it in.

Y/n turned around when the wave ended. She seemed to be the only one still standing. She turned to her right to see Diego gone. She cursed under her breath and ran to the small yellow house. Her shoes crunched against the snow and thudded against the wooden porch.

She flung the door open and saw Five standing over someone. They groaned incessantly, “Luther, if you swallowed your tongue, you wouldn't be talking, you big moron.”

“Come on,” Five grabbed Luther’s hand, “On your feet.”

Luther groaned as he stood. Y/n walked behind Five, and he turned to her. He gave her an appearance check, and she gave him a recurring smile. Luther was unsteady on his feet, “Hey, what the hell happened? What was that?”

“She must've redirected Vanya's energy wave.”

“Yeah, I know,” Luther replied, “But how?”

Y/n heard clattering and looked up. The bricks from the chimney were about to fall. Five pushed Luther out of the way, “Luther, watch out!”

She watched the bricks collapse on him. She wasn’t fast enough to catch them, “Five!”

Y/n dropped to her knees and started frantically moving bricks around. Luther did the same but was much slower. Y/n tucked her hair behind her ears and heard a wisp of energy. Luther looked up, and his face hardened. He turned to Y/n and locked eyes with her, “Cover me.”

“Always.”

She sighed and continued to dig while Luther covered her. The bricks were heavy, and her limbs felt like noodles. Y/n couldn’t do anything but make hand-to-hand contact. Lila couldn’t obtain her power. It would be too much for any one of them to handle. It was bad enough that Lila had Vanya’s. Y/n continued to dig, and the concrete was digging into her palms.

Y/n heard a mixture of an explosion and glass shattering. She looked behind her to see Luther being thrown like a doll. She released a shaky breath and continued to dig faster. Lila seemed more occupied with him than her, thankfully. Y/n picked up a brick and saw dark chocolate hair. Her hands hurried than she could think. His hands were still over his head, and she gently took them off.

He looked up at her. He had blood trickling from his left temple, and Y/n wiped some of it off with her sleeve. He groaned and started kicking the other bricks off his legs, “Five, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” He groaned, “I’m just glad you’re safe.”

Y/n held out her hand to him, “Come on.”

She felt the softness of his palm in hers, and her heart slowed. She tugged and pulled him up from the bricks. Y/n turned to her left and saw Allison choking. She ran to the big hole in the house. Five stood on her right. Y/n saw Lila standing over Allison’s choking body.

“You looking for us?”

Lila narrowed her eyes, “You little turds.”

Five gripped Y/n’s wrist, and she was gone. Y/n’s feet hit the wood of the house, and she slipped. Five’s grip on her released as she fell to the ground. Y/n’s shoes were slippery from the snow turning into water. She cursed, and Lila didn’t wait. She was already throwing punches.

Y/n stood up and quickly unlaced her shoes. It took time, but she knew Five could handle his own. She was frantically pulling at the laces until they came undone. Y/n kicked them off her feet and stood steady on the wooden ground. Her socks were dry, and she could no longer slip on the snow.

She watched Lila punch Five in the jaw. Five twisted and hit her in the left cheek. She saw him hold Lila’s right wrist tightly until she punched him in the stomach. He doubled back. Five went to kick her stomach, but she was gone. Y/n groaned and watched as Five got flipped around. She punched him again in the throat.

Five gripped her wrist and punched Lila in the stomach before pulling her up. Y/n heard a wisp, and she was gone again. Lila appeared on the counter that Y/n was under, “Careful, now, or you are going to tire yourself out.”

“How are you doing this?”

“Oh, anything that you can do, I can do better.”

Y/n grabbed Lila’s ankle, and she fell from the counter. She smiled as Lila’s ass made contact with the wooden floor. Y/n slipped from beneath the counter and next to Five. She stood up, and he took her hand in his. They were encased in the protective blue electricity. Y/n felt her feet touch the hay-ridden ground.

She looked around to see the barn again. Hay was everywhere, and Lila appeared in front of them. She had a frying pan in her hand. Five dropped her hand, and he was gone. Y/n sighed as he reappeared behind Lila. Lila threw the frying pan, and it made direct contact with his head. Five collapsed to the ground.

“Why do you always forget about me?”

Lila whipped around, “I don’t forget. I leave the easiest for last.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Y/n ducked and swiped her legs beneath Lila’s legs. Lila jumped and straddled Y/n’s hips. Y/n flung her upper body up and hit Lila’s nose with her forehead. Lila yelped and fell backward. Y/n stood up and stepped on Lila’s stomach harshly. Lila groaned. She grabbed Y/n’s ankle, and she fell on her ass. Lila stood and placed her foot over Five’s neck.

Y/n held out her hands, and Five widened his eyes, “Y/n, d- don’t.”

“Are you going to listen?” Lila taunted as Y/n circled her hands out.

Lila chuckled, “You were known for not listening at the Commission. What makes this time so different?”

“Get off him.”

“Oh, love.” Lila cooed, “He deserves this more than anyone.”

“I won’t ask another time.”

Lila looked down at Five, “You see? She must really like you.”

“Eat shit and die.”

“Doesn’t feel so good, does it?”

Y/n watched Five grip her shoe. He made direct eye contact with her, “Don’t do it. We can’t handle her with your power. Let me handle this.”

“I trust you.”

Five gasped, and Lila was pressing harder. His hands gripped beneath her shoe and lifted it. Lila lost balance and fell off him. Y/n put her hands down and sighed. She held a hand out, and Five took it. He brushed himself off before putting his fists up again.

“Come on. What are you waiting for?” Five said, “Let's finish this thing.”

Lila sniffled, “This isn't gonna be quick. You are going to suffer for what you did.”

“Lady, I got no idea what you're talkin' about.”

“Ronnie and Anita Gill.”

Five put down his fists, “Mean nothing to me.”

“1993, East London. You hog-tied them, and you shot them in the head.”

“The flower merchants.” Five’s eyes widened, “They were your parents?”

“And they never did anything to anyone. They didn't deserve to die like that.”

“You're right, all right? I killed them.” Five said, “But I killed a lot of people over the years. It was all just a job. All right? That was never personal.”

Lila laughed, and Y/n tilted her head, “‘Never personal,’ my ass. Yeah, I've killed. It's always, always personal.”

“That's why you're not cut out to be an assassin,” Y/n said.

She lifted her leg and grabbed a knife from her boot. Y/n stayed in place as she placed the blade against her neck, “Bet your life on that?”

“You wanna blame someone? Blame the Handler, all right? She faked the kill order.”

The knife was cold against Y/n’s throat. Five was looking at her with wild eyes. Lila narrowed her eyes at him, “Bullshit. I saw the kill order. AJ Carmichael ordered it, and you carried it out.”

“Lila, listen to what I'm telling you, all right?” Five pleaded, “The Handler gave me the kill order. She came on the job, which she'd never done before. You're Commission. You know execs never go on jobs, but that day in London, she was there. Ask yourself why.”

“Stop trying to muddy the waters.”

"I never realized what she was up to at the time, but... now it all makes sense.”

Y/n saw Lila’s eyes glass over, “What?”

“She never cared about your parents.” Y/n said, and Lila glared at her, “She was looking for you.”

“You’re lying.”

“I can read minds, Lila.” Y/n replied, “The Handlers smart, but not smarter than me.”

“Why?” She whispered.

Y/n heard footsteps, “'Cause you're one of us.”

Lila turned around, and the knife knicked her jaw. Five grabbed her hand and pulled her to his chest. His hands were all over her waist and hips. Y/n brought her hand to the cut in her jaw. It stung as she rubbed her hand against it. Blood was left on her left hand. Five tilted her head up as he knelt to see the cut.

“The Handler stole you, Lila. Just like our asshole father took all of us.”

Y/n turned from Five and saw everyone in the barn. Vanya, Luther, Allison, Klaus, and Diego approached Lila slowly. Lila still held the knife at her waist, “No. It's not the same thing.”

She swallowed thickly. The knife was getting dangerously close to Diego. Someone was taking her right hand, and she looked down to see Five’s hand interwoven with hers. She felt his thumb rubbing over the back of her hand. Her heart was beating. All she saw was Diego getting closer and closer to the knife. Her body was completely numb.

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